Top Songs By dznrm
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
dznrm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Winx
Composer
Seven11
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah (Psh)
Yeah, yeah (Psh, psh)
Why you so far? (I don't know)
Come over here
Look in my eye (Hey)
Let me know how you feel (Let me know how you feel)
Hope you know I'm for real
Yeah, I'm for real, so what is the deal?
High off a pill, let's have a thrill
All on my body, you tryna feel
I told him, "Eat it", call it a meal
We count it up, run up a mill'
The shit that we do, I'll never tell
Keep it a secret, I keep it sealed
I'll lеt you get it, you pay the bills
Got a rich nigga, tryna rack me (Hеy)
Uh, yeah, he think we a couple
Tryna take pictures every time we link
I make a rack every time I blink
Yeah, I'm a G but I stay wearing minks
Got tatted up, yeah, I got new ink
Imagine getting shot by a bitch wearing pink
Y'all niggas real life slow
I just want y'all to think
Y'all steal my flow like the water be coming out sink
Skate on his block like a muhfuckin' rink
Smokin' on gas, nigga, this shit stink
Nigga get popped, nigga, get extinct
Trust my gut, trust my instinct
Pop in your dreams like Monsters Inc
But he wanna— (Hey, hey, hey)
He wanna fuck 'cause I'm classy
He wanna fuck and get nasty
I told him, "Backity-backity"
Gotta have rackity-rackities
He told me that I got a fatty
He want me to slide him the addy
Fuckin' on twins, Liv and Maddie
That nigga real life nasty
Chrome Heart all on my ass-cheek
Fuck around, hop in the backseat
I smoke a blunt in the taxi
Takin' backshots like the vaccine
If you want a feat', better ask me
Plug think since I'm a girl that he finna tax me
Nigga, what?
I got that good drank up in my cup
Do what I want, do not give a fuck
Bitch, I'm a big dog, y'all my pup's
Walkin' in loud, barkin', rough
Nigga, I shine like VVS fronts
Like Jackie Chan, I do my own stunts
I'm smoking gas, Runtz
Hey, the air gettin' thick and gassy
Smokin' exotic, I'm not finna pass it
Ask my persona and I said, "Cashy"
Thought I was nice, don't know I get ratchet
Just got a check and I'm finna cash it
I spent a rack on a new pair of fabric
I'm finna ball like a Maverick
Bitch, I'm the best, not average
All 'bout the green, cabbage
Make him disappear like magic (Hey)
Writer(s): Seven11
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