Lyrics

My lil chick got bread Serena Her sister got Venus The way she gave me Swore she a genius Push Start Grocery Cart Fulla Green Liver fulla beans Them blue faces turned me to a Azul fiend Beat that kitty up animal cruilty I'm out in Miami where YesJulZ be X cam girl now she bossy Used to telling bad get off me Stacking up my bands turned to a hobby Up all night and we ain't drank no coffee Been balling Bosley Been creeps Cosbys Ninety nine problems nigga still frosty Chopping down your block like a Mizuno Social anxiety got me rolling marijuana If I'm a little late please be patient I promise If I ask her anything she gone do it for me Send it off and pray he chop screw it for me Ain't chasing dreams he a looser to me Lil chick got no goals she minutia to me Fresh bread bae Pillsbury These faking for fake bread that ain't real to me They ain't fit wit us Dem know these thrills ain't cheap Only round some that'll kill for me Five on top that ain't a deal to me She got a lotta tea to spill to me Simps talk a lot when they ears asleep Pillow talk got our pockets deep Only gas get them mids from Go If you drain energy
Writer(s): Caleb Gary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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