Starz

Musane, yeah, yeah Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah
Two ones all on my feet up, yeah Wrist game cold, light bleedah, yeah, wrist game cold, I see ya, uh
Wrist game cold, I see ya, uh

We flashin' all up in stars, foreign exotic cars
High fashion's who we are, new to it, know you are
Benji up on the shirt, fly nigga, know I am
Flight to Santini, get all in her pants Deceased presidents, Caucasian residents
New to it, evident, white ice its relevant Exotic interests, foreign currency
A goddess and a prince

Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah Two ones all on my feet up, yeah
Wrist game cold, light bleedah, yeah wrist game cold I see ya, uh Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah
Two ones all on my feet up, yeah Wrist game cold light bleedah, wrist game cold I see ya, uh

I still can't see you
Even bulletproof, but still I just can't see through
All love ain't the same, I still bleed too
12 still hate us, nigga, we ain't equal
That's why I ride with the heat 45 secret, ride with the beam
Percocet, percocet, yeah, you know that's me
Still fight demons, yeah, I still can't sleep
I still own me, it don't make me Ice still on me, this won't break me
I stay high like a phoenix
Even with my third eye, still couldn't see it
Even with all these drugs, it don't change shit
Life is still good, but I'm still nameless
Life is still good, but I'm still dangerous

Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah Two ones all on my feet up, yeah
Wrist game cold, light bleedah, yeah wrist game cold I see ya, uh Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah
Two ones all on my feet up, yeah Wrist game cold light bleedah, wrist game cold I see ya, uh



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Writer(s): Malik Carter
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