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She be flying in my DM I don't even read I think finally DNA is my type of beat And I know the type of interest she's trynna pique Backpack heavy fucking kneecap I can't walk I carry more than 10 straps You gonn talk then end up in a minivan They gonn fuck with me when I got million fans Benz truck, black or white Which one I choose? Ima cop a grey one Fine, I think we cool See me in the cut say hi I'm a chill dude But if you eat all my plate You gonn end up with a single tooth I can't stop, my brain clogs I drift away like Ken Block My blood's cold The bodies getting chopped up The pain papa will break you like a puzzle Keep the pieces in a fish bowl She be flying in my DM I don't even read I think finally DNA is my type of beat And I know the type of interest she's trynna pique If your honey's on my D then that makes me a bee? Only bring bad like a black cat, bitch Ima slap that like yo bad dad did Ima go boom bam like it's Bagdhad Click-clack, mac on the cash you don't need this Only bring bad like a black cat, bitch Ima slap that like yo bad dad did Ima go boom bam like it's Bagdhad Click-clack, mac on the cash you don't need this Backpack heavy fucking kneecap I can't walk I carry more than 10 straps You gonn talk then end up in a minivan They gonn fuck with me when I got million fans Benz truck, black or white Which one I choose? Ima cop a grey one Fine, I think we cool See me in the cut say hi I'm a chill dude But if you eat all my plate You gonn end up with a single tooth I can't stop, my brain clogs I drift away like Ken Block My blood's cold The bodies getting chopped up The pain papa will break you like a puzzle Keep the pieces in a fish bowl
Writer(s): Tristan Lafleur-sabourin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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