Hello Kitty Klique
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
Tripped out, now my world dripped out
No doubt, shorty wanna love me for my clout
Go down, oh yeah I love it when she go down
Pink and pretty colors, all I see through the loud sound
Right round, my world spinning like a globe now
Uptown, where she calling from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that's what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for me
Oh lil' mama will you die for me
Find me in the summer, feel the cool winter breeze
Find me in the spring, watch the falling off the leaves
Life is feeling backwards, monkey do monkey see
Sit up on my couch, roll a backwood full of weed
Looking up out the window, and the ground begins to freeze
Look down at my wrist, and they 32 degrees
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
I don't give a fuck, I got stains on my t-shirt
Come and spend the night, got a new set of speakers
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
Let's make a remix, I can be your teacher
I can lay it down on your tracks like a feature
I can wear you out like a new pair of sneakers
If you gotta snitch then you are not a keeper, uh
Lemme get it girl, I got what you need
I am something to believe in, money what I breed
You can run away with me, I'll take you where you please
Come into the trap and we can share the cheese
3am off top, she need me at her spot
She gave me a key, I don't ever gotta knock
I roll up the pack, and she pour up the wok (wok)
We just made a remix it about to drop, yup
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
Fendi hold the tec, yeah
Poppin' percocet, yeah
Jewelry on my neck, yeah
I got no regrets, yeah
Gucci hold the nine, yeah
Pop xans all the time, yeah
Bitches doing lines, yeah
I'm up in the sky, yeah
So tired of this shit I can't think
Bitch leave me alone I'm off a bean
I got different color diamonds on my rings
All these foreign bitches want to link
Count my fucking guap, bitch (count my fucking guap)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch (you're a fucking opp)
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch (I'm not stopping)
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (I'm on top bitch)
Count my fucking guap, bitch (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (yeah, yeah)
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
Tripped out, now my world dripped out
No doubt, shorty wanna love me for my clout
Go down, oh yeah I love it when she go down
Pink and pretty colors, all I see through the loud sound
Right round, my world spinning like a globe now
Uptown, where she calling from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that's what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for me
Oh lil' mama will you die for me
Find me in the summer, feel the cool winter breeze
Find me in the spring, watch the falling off the leaves
Life is feeling backwards, monkey do monkey see
Sit up on my couch, roll a backwood full of weed
Looking up out the window, and the ground begins to freeze
Look down at my wrist, and they 32 degrees
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
I don't give a fuck, I got stains on my t-shirt
Come and spend the night, got a new set of speakers
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
Let's make a remix, I can be your teacher
I can lay it down on your tracks like a feature
I can wear you out like a new pair of sneakers
If you gotta snitch then you are not a keeper, uh
Lemme get it girl, I got what you need
I am something to believe in, money what I breed
You can run away with me, I'll take you where you please
Come into the trap and we can share the cheese
3am off top, she need me at her spot
She gave me a key, I don't ever gotta knock
I roll up the pack, and she pour up the wok (wok)
We just made a remix it about to drop, yup
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain
Fendi hold the tec, yeah
Poppin' percocet, yeah
Jewelry on my neck, yeah
I got no regrets, yeah
Gucci hold the nine, yeah
Pop xans all the time, yeah
Bitches doing lines, yeah
I'm up in the sky, yeah
So tired of this shit I can't think
Bitch leave me alone I'm off a bean
I got different color diamonds on my rings
All these foreign bitches want to link
Count my fucking guap, bitch (count my fucking guap)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch (you're a fucking opp)
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch (I'm not stopping)
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (I'm on top bitch)
Count my fucking guap, bitch (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Gorodxntsev
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