Fukuponaa
(That Shine!)
(Ready To Shine!)
(quadb)
(That Shine!)
(That Shine!)
Pop Yo Shit for some $$$
Bitch I'm all up in the field
With my Rastas
And they some killas they gon
Kill you 4 your Guala
And I been stackin up that Guala
Since the Copper
(That Cheese!)
(That Cheese, Cheese!)
Bitch I'm PÁP
Who You?
Lemme see the thang move
And she got the sundress in the dayroom
And I'm just tryna
BANG BANG her too
And I'm just tryna see you
Make you my boo
Can you do a dance baby for the low?
Makin it go low, and low
And low and low
(Fuk up onnat bih)
(Break up on that fucking slime shit)
(Hit a hoe I'm onnat shit)
(I hit ha with my rhyme shit)
(I'm just tryna find shit)
(I'm with all the slime shit)
(Niggas talking crazy)
(We gon hit em with that fye stick)
Pop yo $$$, Pop yo shit twin
Getcho money, getcho shit spent
Lil Bitch I'm fresher than a freshman
I can get you gon in seconds
And bitch I'm high as hell like
(Huhhh!)
But I'm repoin what I'm reppin
Lil bitch its 1800 2 the death of me
Lil bitch thats just a given
Pop dat shit, Pop dat shit for me twin
Lemme see what you in
I'm tryna see what you on
I'm tryna fuck off Patron
Baby come gimme Dome
I'm tryna give you the phone
I'm tryna call up your phone
But you not answering no mo
(Ouuu Whoaaa)
Not answering no mo
(No no)
Not answering no mo
(Hoooo Ohhh)
(Kenzo!)
(blatt blatt BLATT!)
(Ready To Shine!)
(quadb)
(That Shine!)
(That Shine!)
Pop Yo Shit for some $$$
Bitch I'm all up in the field
With my Rastas
And they some killas they gon
Kill you 4 your Guala
And I been stackin up that Guala
Since the Copper
(That Cheese!)
(That Cheese, Cheese!)
Bitch I'm PÁP
Who You?
Lemme see the thang move
And she got the sundress in the dayroom
And I'm just tryna
BANG BANG her too
And I'm just tryna see you
Make you my boo
Can you do a dance baby for the low?
Makin it go low, and low
And low and low
(Fuk up onnat bih)
(Break up on that fucking slime shit)
(Hit a hoe I'm onnat shit)
(I hit ha with my rhyme shit)
(I'm just tryna find shit)
(I'm with all the slime shit)
(Niggas talking crazy)
(We gon hit em with that fye stick)
Pop yo $$$, Pop yo shit twin
Getcho money, getcho shit spent
Lil Bitch I'm fresher than a freshman
I can get you gon in seconds
And bitch I'm high as hell like
(Huhhh!)
But I'm repoin what I'm reppin
Lil bitch its 1800 2 the death of me
Lil bitch thats just a given
Pop dat shit, Pop dat shit for me twin
Lemme see what you in
I'm tryna see what you on
I'm tryna fuck off Patron
Baby come gimme Dome
I'm tryna give you the phone
I'm tryna call up your phone
But you not answering no mo
(Ouuu Whoaaa)
Not answering no mo
(No no)
Not answering no mo
(Hoooo Ohhh)
(Kenzo!)
(blatt blatt BLATT!)
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