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(Enrgy made this one) Right Boy, I'm 'bout my cheddar cheese, yeah, I'm in a different league Pour a pint up in a Sprite, pour a pint up in a creme Came up off that triple beam, sell blow, boy, what you need? All I need to know is would she go for the fettuccine? In your bity, I'ma get it gone before you ever see me Put the pump to your head, knock the meat out your panini Can you stuff these thousand lil' pills up in your vagigi? How we gon' get these thousand 'bows? Put 'em on a TP Promethazine and codeine, baby girl Alеx and Celine So many legs hangin' off thе Drac', it look like a centipede Uh, one false move, bitch, it's gon' be a casualty Uh, sell a thousand blues quick, yeah, I move rapidly (Right) Uh, I promise, I keep this shit a buck just like Giannis I paid twenty thousand for the brick, he get it on consignment Uh, throw your bankroll in the club, yeah, I change the climate Uh, bitch perfect timing, H colored diamonds I wanna see you throw it back for a thug Got his bitch in the room with her ass tooted up I hit a nigga in his hat for his plug All a nigga know is move the bag, run it up (Man) I just wanna brack a seal, my bitch wanna sip some wine Told my bitch to whisper in her ear, "Damn, bitch, you mighty fine" Them hoes to the room at 2 a.m., yeah, that's perfect time Broke an RP30 down three ways, we got a Perky bond I ain't talkin' 'bout no stick, bitch, but this a dirty nine Pull up tryna give AR a test, but I ain't talkin' Ron The trap spot is just like Mickey D's, come get a quarter pound Bitch, I'm tryna see what them guts like just like an ultrasound And my bro say her head good, I swear to God he never lied Hit his block around nine, pullin' up with GG5 I can't go against the grind, I bang blues for 55 Do a trick with this mix, you get rich, it'll blow your mind Two bands for this Gucci coat, yeah, it cost a zip of dope Forty thousand off beans a month, I ain't goin' broke Uh, she a tuck, gon' let you fuck, just keep it on the low Nigga, I supply the trap, nigga, you go to the store Yeah, I be boolin' in the trap with the fiends I be sellin' G74, 73s I can get you a good deal, I'ma— shh, what you need? Uh, wake up, pour a one, two, three, go back to sleep
Writer(s): Derrick Johnathan Jr Crudup, Drego Na, Beno Na Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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