C.E.L.I.N.E.

Yea, look at my pockets they blue
Gang turn your bitch a masseuse
Get popped in your shit for some views
Vetements, Prada, Celine
I told my bitch she could choose
Me and thirteen, we a team
These niggas know we don't lose
Somebody cut off the snooze cause these niggas sleep
I just want Ricky, my bitch want Alyx
That boy a fed, trying to move like police
Tell you the truth cuz I got me a piece
My bitch a freak she gone put it on me
I push the gas like the motor on 'E'
Twin got a carbon right under the seat
Reign finna drop and they couldn't believe (hah)

Mista Reign finna go manic, I got me some money my wrist on titanic
I'm rocking all black but I'm never satanic (hah)
Gang off the yerks and the planet (hah)
My shawty classy and nasty, I don't like her boujee cause she know I got me some money
Too many hoes, two pretty bitches
Too many clothes, too many sticks I got too many foes
Too many drugs, too many O's
Too many guns, too many loads
Too many hoes, got too much lust
Too many sticks, get swept like dust
Too many niggas I cannot trust
Too many voices I can't hear none
Nigga run up, better test your luck (ha-ha)

Yea, look at my pockets they blue
Gang turn your bitch a masseuse
Get popped in your shit for some views
Vetements, Prada, Celine
I told my bitch she could choose
Me and thirteen, we a team
These niggas know we don't lose
Somebody cut off the snooze cause these niggas sleep
I just want Ricky, my bitch want Alyx
That boy a fed, trying to move like police
Tell you the truth cuz I got me a piece
My bitch a freak she gone put it on me
I push the gas like the motor on 'E'
Twin got a carbon right under the seat
Reign finna drop and they couldn't believe (shlatt)



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Writer(s): Julian Scott
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