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(I- I- I- I love you mazzi!) (Oh shit, alright here we go here we go, watch, watch this shit) aye Two tone Maybach and I swerve that Got a bad bitch asking 'where the birk at?' In the G5 lemme see you work that Throw that ass back girl we flying first class And the storage filled up with her purses She get wet when she listen to my verses I remember back then I was hurtin' now she like 'mazzi you a whole different person' And I walked out, damn like I can't even think Code in my system, Cartier on my wrist Leave Neiman Marcus just to go to Saks Fifth Laces in my pocket cause i'm trippin on my Ricks You so indecisive girl you tweakin' Land in LAX and i'm staying for the weekend She asking for the treat know i'm giving her the trick Hold up, pause, wait, switch On my laptop, and i'm bout to make a hit Loving how the Ricks be matching up my clothes Met up with a baddie and she asking how I been Now we in the backseat and she tryna give me- (woah!) D- D- Damn! We flying out to Rio One day in Geneva and the next we in Tokyo Riding with the homies we a trio like the Migos Wait a couple years it's gon be Mazzi and Theo Feelin' like a bed but it's a airplane seat Champagne cold and the codeine sweet Bring a couple friends just to fill eight seats Now she getting freaky in the first class suite Started with a kiss now it's a thigh rub Dim lights down shit look like a nightclub She look in my eyes and I think I might crush She whisper saying, "we could join the mile high club" Two tone Maybach and I swerve that Got a bad bitch asking 'where the birk at?' In the G5 lemme see you work that Throw that ass back girl we flying first class And the storage filled up with her purses She get wet when she listen to my verses I remember back then I was hurtin' now she like 'mazzi you a whole different person' And I walked out, damn like I can't even think Code in my system, Cartier on my wrist Leave Neiman Marcus just to go to Saks Fifth Laces in my pocket cause i'm trippin on my Ricks You so indecisive girl you tweakin' Land in LAX and i'm staying for the weekend She asking for the treat know i'm giving her the trick But this ain't halloween, get the fuck up out my crib
Writer(s): Mateo Valdez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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