Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about your motherfuckin boyfy, Bitch don't call at 3am, to say how much you fucking love me. I've been sober for a fucking week, Ask my homie, Me and partner "hope", motherfucking ballers, Ask your mommy. Superhero league, but I ain't wearing a tights, I got supermotherfuckinpowers, dodge your advise, So Tell your whites they can not flex on me, How can they flex on me? Bitch Lets ask Anri! How can they flex on me, How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me, How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me Too much though's Too much fuckin thought's Tell em i'm goat Tell em i'm goat Tell em i'm goat Tell em i'm goat Tell em i go, yeah, give my gwap, bish Tell em i go, yeah, Fuck off my set, This Too legit, Me too like benjis, Move dat bricks like I'm in Tetris. What you mean bitch When talking bout you from the streets Where you been bitch When my lil' homie wasn't rich. Where you been bitch When the things had been tense. Who dat bitch bitch Who just tryna jump on my dick, How can they flex on me, How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me, How can they flex on me How can they flex on me How can they flex on me
Writer(s): тимур бубеев Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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