I Love It
Ya, ok
Hindaco in the club, tu non flexi
Quando arrivo pure lei dice merci
Tweke, tweke, tweke, tweke, make a nasty
Guarda coi miei compa quanto stiamo freschi
Ho imparato meglio sola che con gli altri
Per questi contanti ho perso i contatti
Ora faccio un po' come cazzo mi pare
Quattro soldi hai fatto, non li sai contare
Guardale queste qui Gucci e tute Fendi
Con i ting senza bling, ghiaccio Whisky, Brandy
Uh ya, frate non ci prendi
Uh damn, passami stipendi
You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it, yeah, yeah
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it)
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it)
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it, ah ah)
Hindaco, on the beat, throw your hands up
Bitch invece di abbaiare dammi il cash, yeah
Bitch adoring me, adore my swag
Lei è troppo sweet, vuole una fetta
Scendo nella street vado di fretta
Flexo sopra il beat, tu sei brava sì ma non mi calpesti
E si vede da come dalle cinque sono ice tea
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, are you ready smoke for free, now?
Now I want the cash gasoline, yeah
Adorin' go out con la gang
Far a new chick is callin' me
Yeah is callin' me, yo
Hindaco in the club, tu non flexi
Quando arrivo pure lei dice merci
Tweke, tweke, tweke, tweke, make a nasty
Guarda coi miei compa quanto stiamo freschi
Ho imparato meglio sola che con gli altri
Per questi contanti ho perso i contatti
Ora faccio un po' come cazzo mi pare
Quattro soldi hai fatto, non li sai contare
Guardale queste qui Gucci e tute Fendi
Con i ting senza bling, ghiaccio Whisky, Brandy
Uh ya, frate non ci prendi
Uh damn, passami stipendi
You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it, yeah, yeah
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it)
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it)
You're such a freakin' ho, I love it (lo-lo-love it, ah ah)
Hindaco, on the beat, throw your hands up
Bitch invece di abbaiare dammi il cash, yeah
Bitch adoring me, adore my swag
Lei è troppo sweet, vuole una fetta
Scendo nella street vado di fretta
Flexo sopra il beat, tu sei brava sì ma non mi calpesti
E si vede da come dalle cinque sono ice tea
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, are you ready smoke for free, now?
Now I want the cash gasoline, yeah
Adorin' go out con la gang
Far a new chick is callin' me
Yeah is callin' me, yo
Credits
Writer(s): Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Terry Steven Lewis, Chris Thomas Barnett, Kanye West, James Samuel Harris Iii, Gazzy Garcia
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