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Yeah, yeah Bitch is so tropical, yeah I call her Pina Colada, oh yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo) Lately I give 'em like a five, sip cognac When I pop out on 'em with a model, oh yeah Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot Ain't no comparing, the game in a knot I keep additional guns in the door High-tech surveillance came with a remote She got Balenciaga on the road I need some codeine, it's curing my soul Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah A whole lot to changе, yeah Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah We madе it out the rain, yeah Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement Deep collar flawless, it's clarity stones on me, I look like a caveman Everyday life is a movie premiere Baddies on baddies, pulled up like 'em souvenirs I bought us new veneers Smile on a freaky girl, I wanna see it Properly greet you with ice on your wrist SongtexteWrist get sprained without all the pain 'Bout that time to get laced, get draped 'Bout that time to get some bezels, big face Can't let you forget I got more hits than Elvis I got your bitch tryna eat my pelvis I'm on that level, your bitch feed me grapes Man, she cooking my breakfast, she doing my nails Ran through that pussy in some high-top Chanel No NFL, but I'm one of the players Took her to the hills in Manolo heels She caught a balance and I paid the bill I'm having stamina, let's keep it real (Yeah) Three on a one, having sex on a pill (Yeah) Count so much money, got buns on my hands Living my life and it's bringing me chills Tell me where the mils, I'm coming in the Lear I can feel what you feel, yeah 'Cause when it's real, then it's real, yeah I like my oil in the seal, yeah Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot Ain't no comparing, the game in a knot I keep additional guns in the door High-tech surveillance came with a remote She got Balenciaga on the road I need some codeine, it's curing my soul Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah A whole lot to change, yeah Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah We made it out the rain, yeah Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement Deep collar flawless, it's clarity stones on me, I look like a caveman Darkskin and tropical, I call her Tina Colada, yeah I spend a lot on her Pull up, I'm dropping the top on her Diamonds same shape as an octagon Look at his neck, look like plexiglass Pull up, the opps, they running fast Got the Mystikal TEC, that shit shakin' fast (Brrt) I pop a Perc' just to make it last (Yeah) Fuck her so good, she can't shake her ass (Let's go) She know that I'll throw it all because I'm known just to make it back I told that boy do not play with him Chill, I got your girl, just relax, uh If you wan' try somethin', nigga, we get your whole family whacked for sixty racks, uh (Yeah) I'm off a molly all in this party, I just might pop me a flat, yeah All of these bitches, they moving like bugs Nat get caught in a zap, yeah Flee the scene right on a jet, yeah Then I pull up, say what happened? (What happened?) Gold buttons on my jacket, yeah I feel like I'm Michael Jackson (Yeah) Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot Fuck a celebrity, treat like a thot Ain't no comparing, the game in a knot I keep additional guns in the door High-tech surveillance came with a remote She got Balenciaga on the road I need some codeine, it's curing my soul Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah A whole lot to change, yeah Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah We made it out the rain, yeah Shawty wan' fuck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement Deep collar flawless, it's clarity stones on me, I look like a caveman Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah Yeah Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania