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Ay CZR, you did a mazza still Like, like My fiend say I got top gear like F1 Blue Moncler or my red one Bro let it beat like M1 Pray for a redrum but he didn't get one If you shoot like Eto'o Got his gloves on, grip this twelve Got bro on the wing with the S.O 'Cause he got nicked with a shell S press on grab locks TT's Got hotspot like BT If I step with six in the nine Let it sing like FEFE Don't wanna see me My new ting brown like RiRi Step out fleeky, lovin' my VV Still make money when I wake up Count these bands when I wake up Buss down Cuban, came with a pocket one Of all these tops now I've only got the bottom one Didn't trust that grub, body lockin' some I'll wait for the proper one to come Hand ting with the drum SongtexteStay, get shot or run Push button ting, no key in that whip Pulled up, it was me on that strip She a one night ting, I won't do her again Like, babes can I get me a friend Drop that top, ten bags on the dash When I'm slappin' the Benz Keeps callin', can I get a tester? Switch that Vespa, he wants one extra Just sold me a corner Now it's snowin' prawn tempura Four on a door, let it dry on a saucer Bad B too needy, block that bitch Now she rings no caller Six in the spin, it's a Smith like Jorja Better draw that chalk up Sip on Ace of Spades Shell down shows in clubs, don't dance On Snapchat showin' these diamonds Now I've got peng ones sendin' me hearts This t-shirt made by Fendi Bag on my jeans and I copped like twenty Same Air Max, get trappy I swear my old pairs got rubbed I was savin' shots, now my crep look newer Cut me a cheque, I'm up PYT, she's penger than peng Bro's tryna front up her friend Bro's tryna front up her— Bro's tryna front up her— Aus Songtexte Mania