Celest
Pull up I'm clearing the scene (yuh)
Don't give a fuck if you not with the team (hell nah)
They get hit with the machines (yuh)
That boy look Hindu he got a red beam (haha)
Why that boy talking to me? (why?)
Boy my outfit clean just like Listerine
That's why I make that hoe scream
Kitty so wet I make that lil hoe cream
Pull up I'm shutting shit down yuh
Bitch I'm coming for that crown
Pussy boy get around (uh)
That boy he think he the shit but he late
Oh my God
That boy looking like a clown (yuh)
I got a lotta shit up on my plate
So don't ask me for no handouts (no)
I ain't never listen to what they say
That's why I'm running them out
Don't give a fuck what they say if it ain't about bands
Don't give a fuck what they on I'm not here to make friends
Bitch I'm riding my own wave I ain't jacking no damn trends
I enjoyed my time with you but I guess this the end (bye!)
I done told that bitch to go
Told her don't want her no more
Cause you acting like a hoe
Boy you soft and you gon fold
My bruddas uppin that pole
Got a red bean with a scope
And we aiming at your dome
Know we kickin down yo door
Pussy boy get on the floor
She fuck with me cause I'm bold
Hit that bitch then Imma ghost
She ask why My heart too cold
Jewellery temperature same it's on froze
Save the game honey where's my super suit? Frozone
Drunk on yo luv aint no Dom Corleo
I'm off the xan off the molly I'm gone
Don't give a fuck if you not with the team (hell nah)
They get hit with the machines (yuh)
That boy look Hindu he got a red beam (haha)
Why that boy talking to me? (why?)
Boy my outfit clean just like Listerine
That's why I make that hoe scream
Kitty so wet I make that lil hoe cream
Pull up I'm shutting shit down yuh
Bitch I'm coming for that crown
Pussy boy get around (uh)
That boy he think he the shit but he late
Oh my God
That boy looking like a clown (yuh)
I got a lotta shit up on my plate
So don't ask me for no handouts (no)
I ain't never listen to what they say
That's why I'm running them out
Don't give a fuck what they say if it ain't about bands
Don't give a fuck what they on I'm not here to make friends
Bitch I'm riding my own wave I ain't jacking no damn trends
I enjoyed my time with you but I guess this the end (bye!)
I done told that bitch to go
Told her don't want her no more
Cause you acting like a hoe
Boy you soft and you gon fold
My bruddas uppin that pole
Got a red bean with a scope
And we aiming at your dome
Know we kickin down yo door
Pussy boy get on the floor
She fuck with me cause I'm bold
Hit that bitch then Imma ghost
She ask why My heart too cold
Jewellery temperature same it's on froze
Save the game honey where's my super suit? Frozone
Drunk on yo luv aint no Dom Corleo
I'm off the xan off the molly I'm gone
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Writer(s): Reimon Rei
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