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Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track (Trauma Tone) She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban Finna go do a show in Milwaukee Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic Finna run to the bag, I be joggin' I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton She only fuckin' with bosses She tryna hold my dick hostage All this drip on my body, be costly Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket I went overboard in my closet Hoop'n just like I be Dragic These niggas sweet, androgynous Me talk to 12, that's preposterous I just hope wifey come flood my wrist Went to Burberry's to style my bitch I was in the PJ's tryna get rich I was on camera, had to slap out a J Nigga told a bald-faced lie to my face Get your own drip, tryna ride my wave I just told Sonny let me get a temp fade Niggas try the circle, watch his ass get slayed House in Alpharetta and it come with a maid Performin' in your city with them sticks on stage Nigga tried to shoot me, but I only got grazed I can see your hate through the Cartier frame Shoot you in the mouth just say my name I ain't even done yet, shorty done came The pack beat me back, and it already came Independent nigga, I'ma stay in my lane (yeah-yeah) Ain't tryin' to associate with none of these lames (yeah-yeah) She gon' hit the crib and get naughty Only communicate with bosses Half a million dollar from exotic Sellin' this weddin' cake and lemon tree Rockin' red bottom Balenci's, burnin' on Gelato 33 Colt .45 with the lemon squeeze I can mail 'em to you for a shippin' fee, yeah She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban Finna go do a show in Milwaukee Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic Finna run to the bag, I be joggin' I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton She only fuckin' with bosses She tryna hold my dick hostage All this drip on my body, be costly Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket I went overboard in my closet Hoop'n just like I be Dragic These niggas sweet, androgynous Me talk to 12, that's preposterous I just hope wifey come flood my wrist Went to Burberry's to style my bitch I was in the PJ's tryna get rich
Writer(s): Trauma Tone, Milan Modi, Money Man Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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