Focaccia

I flex in these tru's
I stunt in these Gucci shoes
Einy, meanie, miny, mo with bitches
Yeah which one do I choose
Got me a mix bitch I call that ho swirl
Vanilla an chocolate oh boy what a girl
Shawty roll up everytime it's a pearl
High as the Jetson's we outta this world

Sauce with the flavor I drip with the splash
I run up a check and then dash with the cash

Step on the scene and I cause a commotion
I pull up an flex like Hulk Hogan
I got that bread that focaccia
All I need is that guala
Eyes always slanted Im chefin hibachi
Burberry blackbelt I mastered karate
Lil bitch gave me brain she got facts like a snapple
Look just like Bulma she popping the capsule
Hand it, Im runnin, I'm dodging the tackle
I stay with that bird like I play in Seattle
Bitch I'm so saucy Im Young Teriyaki
My chick got a body yo bitch lookin stocky



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Neglio
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