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So high on life She's tryna fuck me while he’s tryna wife And I'm 'bout to finalise this final fight (Yeah) Does she like me or these shining lights? I don’t trust em I don't trust these bitches I don't judge em I'm just superstitious But I'm too delicious I'm just, drippy Yeah my suit be dripping Please don't, touch me 'Cause I’m cute and ticklish Ended ’22 Yeah the penny soon drop, better give me room We gon' take over the top (Top) Very soon Yеah I’m comin' for them, then we movе Try to share it with them Nah, they refused If everybody hates Who's Terry Cruz Think he's black and white Betty Boo Leave her pussy bruised up Yeah, I bet you bruised SongtexteI’ll just met with booze Maybe lay a settle, give it couple weeks then I go grab that metal, I'm thinkin' 38 Yeah so, we can make it special Even bring madman, he can grab a kettle I put a filler where I buy, they been disrespectful Bitch made niggas Probably wear still stilettos I wonder what they're drinking They probably like Prosecco We could mop him up and Just wash him out the ghetto Soften that Cornetto Tickled pink They threw everything at us but the kitchen sink We could make a phone call pulling different strings Niggas make me sick Man these bitches cringe All we do is win, you know it goes bang once it hits the pin I can put the shusha run it, you all hear a thing Goin' against a gang like pissing in the wind Don't bullet proof your vest, bullet proof your skin [Verse 5: Giggs & Tiny Boost] I'm a picture youngin', left that boy with free shots in his pickled onion Can't get to you then fuck it, we might crip your cousin We might grip your brother They won't see it coming They better dip for cover They best duck and dive Can't get him by the morning, get him done by night Big hammers over here, ain't no hunting knives They just slumped him, yeah they touched him twice Then they jumped on bikes We destroyed them, we lift them in point 'em Bitch niggas now they're on the streets spillin' poison Little duck niggas we should dip them in [?] When it comes to gangsta rap shit with, we the voices Real nigga tapestry, deal with your casualty If he a snake, he'll get clapped with the accuracy Ah, I handle more straps than the amnesty How the fuck you think they'll send me to Her Majesty's? Aus Songtexte Mania