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Nigga you not wavier than the boy the wavy man Nigga I got a better car I got better songs I look better I got more bitches nigga I just live better than you nigga I'm the best nigga Taskforce We about to fuck it up Ain't nobody safe They ain't really on shit no The fuck up out my way Know I got to think quick They tryna cross the gang Put robins on my bitch They came with some wings I ran up the racks ain't need a helping hand Bitch top of the class the head is too advanced Been knew I was him this shit was in the plans This leather Margiela number on the pants I was that nigga way before instagram Yeah if I sell my closet I could buy a lamb Yeah How you sell your soul but you still ain't the man Niggas sell they soul and still ain't the man Damn I be racing stuck inside my head I should open up a gallery with all them thoughts instead And I treat the Viv like Gallery oh yeah I do it rare Tuscan leather Tom Ford yeah I keep it super player Dieumoda and Majin they say this shit isn't fair And I'm in Chanel My bitch out a pageant take a closer look and tell She thick like Beyoncé got her singing like Adele And I took her to the runway she might walk the shit herself Taskforce We about to fuck it up Ain't nobody safe They ain't really on shit no The fuck up out my way Know I got to think quick They tryna cross the gang Put robins on my bitch They came with some wings I ran up the racks ain't need a helping hand Bitch top of the class the head is too advanced Been knew I was in the shit was in the plans This leather Margiela number on the pants It's my season man Fuck with ya boy man Niggas eating all that dick hating on the Real You Milli Vanilli lip singing ass niggas
Writer(s): Isiah Oudems Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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