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(Wisvoo) Brrr, brrr Geeking off a fucking addy, yeah Rocking Off White with Bali', yeah Got a glass pint from Cali' He shop at Ross, all these fucking millions, I keep adding Bitch, get up out my face with all that nagging Two Glocks part of me, no lacking Yeah, the pistol get to fucking clapping If the bitch bad, you know that I'ma bag it Thirty-five pointers in my tennis, bitch, and yeah, my left wrist is some baguettes Turned a couple niggas up off of some features, carry like a basket My bitch waist slim like she fasting You gon' hear that motherfucking Glock click like a seatbelt when it fasten All my drug dealers, what's happening? Most of my niggas still in the streets, and they fucking trapping, nigga, no capping Gеt his nose wiped, no napkin Strapped likе Iraq, nigga, we packing Russian cutter, this bitch nasty Fuck Balenci', I change up my fashion And my bitch just like me, she bragging Hit her up now that pussy gasping I could show you some tricks, some magic, yeah Watch how them racks turned elastic Cup full of Tris, clutching my plastic SongtexteStuff her throat, got this bitch gagging Connect the play like he Jon Madden And fuck what he say, that nigga just rapping Yeah, that switch talking Pig Latin, yeah Step back from the three, my shooter Curry or CP3 This bitch like an NPC, made a million off my PC And my scammers on the PC Rocking YSL with LV, yeah [?] You won't hop up in that V Said she wanna go out to eat Text the bitch back like, "We'll see" She'll slobber, she a neat freak Clean me up when she eat me If ain't about the money, yeah Ain't no reason to proceed I'll fly the bitch across the sea Put her ass in [?] [?] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania