Please Dont Touch

(Aye Where You At Marc?)
(Ah Ah)
I'm At The Trapstop Rocking Myriad'as
Your Life Is Like A Movie But This Shit Full Ara
She Said She Like My Swag Like My Aura
She Was In The Lamb Truck You Was In The Honda
I'm Finna Get Lit
I Pull Up With The Stick
Bad Bitch In My Crib
Spill Lean All Over My Kicks
All We Do Is Get Rich
And I Ain't Worried About No Bitch
And I'm Still Clutching That Whip
It's Please Don't Touch This Shit
How's Your Life Like
I Got Sticks Mike
How Your Sticks Mike
You Don't Live That Life
I Got Too Many Hoes
They Gon ' Suck Me Right
They Gon ' Get Me Right
They Gon ' Do Me Right
I'm Finna Get Rich
I Pull Up With The Sticks
Glocky Got Two Tips
All Black Fit So You Know I Got The Ricks
All Black Tint So You Know I Gotta Dip
(Cuba)
(Cuba)
Glock 17 So You Know I Gotta Rip
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
I Really Caught Yo Bitch
(Cuba)
(Cuba)
(Cuba)
(Cuba)
I Rock Givenchy I Rock Number Nine
I Rock That Nina Need Another Pound
My Shit Hot As Fuck Just Like The Summer Now
Tell The Bitch Stop Worrying We Gon ' Be Aight
Tell The Bitch Stop Worrying
Tell The Bitch Don't Worry
Two Visions Don't Blurry



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Writer(s): Vvs Yucky
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