Wow-'ch Oh, hi Wait a minute, who are you? I'll tell you a secret (Love the way you do that, oh) Haha, yeah Sometimes I get a little (Love the way you do it) Yeah, yeah, yeah Quiet when I meet lots of new kids Crazy, okay
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God) Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Mama cry (Mama cry, yeah) , homicide (Homicide, yeah) Do or die (Do or die) , it's just you and I (You and I) Eye for an eye (Eye for an eye) , life for a life (Life for a life) Better chose a side (Side) , 'fore I up that fire (Fire) That nigga dead (Bah) , one in the head (Phew) Runnin' from the feds (Okay) , I can't take no fuckin' pledge (Okay) I can't run from niggas, nah (Nah) , like I got no legs (Legs) Murder, murder gang, couple bodies in the shed (Shed) She do pilates, she off the molly, I'm all low in the head (Wait a minute, who are you?) They 'Luminati, all on my body, know my government (Yeah) I'm in the Masi', I keep the fire on me, intelligent I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God) Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead (Presidents dead) I'm fly like a bald eagle (Bald eagle) Dick in her belly like a torpedo Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on) You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Sing-along) You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah) You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Wait a minute, who are you?) You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah)
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God) Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
I'll tell you a secret, partner I wanna sing a song just for you
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Compositores: Jordan Timothy Jenks (BMI), Michael Lamar Ii White (Trippie Redd) (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #36812890 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM