Lyrics

Yuh, aye Huh, yuh Chanel on my waist Rocking North Face Get out my way, get out my face Can't go on a date I get its getting late Yo ass is a stain Ice in my veins Copped the Plain Jane Yo bitch is plain, mines a Great Dane Do it for the fame, you is lame Gotta go, and play the game (Damn) How do you feel? Too many problems i cant deal Money is Platinum, its sealed Money made out of steal Oh, my god its real Shoot like Bradley Beal Shoot yo shot, meet yo maker Drip coming straight from Jamaica Dick too big i might break her They call me Omega, this ain't my Sega No Sonic but my Rollie is Bionic Life's so chronic Shoot yo ass like John Wick Get off my Clique Before she lick up on the dick, lick and spit No i ain't missing no grit Flowing like Roddy Richh Sub's like a glitch Hold up let me switch She ain't a granny Yo girl suck my dick at the Grammys You cant stand me Its dusty, its real sandy
Writer(s): Chris Hady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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