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Yuh, la, la It's just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar Woah-woah, I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple Hoover What up, you can't waste none of my time bitch I'm up, I got way too many money I'm up, you can ask my Mommy Pourin' up this dundee SongtextePut a ring 'round your finger, charisma (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) All my girlfriends are real done (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I told 'em baby "don't waste my time" (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I put your ring on rocks (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces Rag talk, oh yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh yeah Mad flossin', oh yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh yeah Spin the block, oh yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh yeah Big dawg, oh yeah, but they won't let me take a fall, oh yeah Gucci socks, oh yeah, Fendi watch, oh yeah Jimmy Choo heel its her birthday sendin' shots, oh yeah Shawty sayin' it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh yeah Audemar, oh yeah, match the buss count, oh yeah Yuh, la, la It's just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces Aus Songtexte Mania