CRANK THAT!
Bootin' this up, switchin' it out
Bootin' this up, switchin' it out
B-b-b-bootin' this up, switchin' it out
If I don't like it, I'm calling it out
Friends on a mission to sign them petitions
And I do not post about my whereab—
Bootin' this up, switchin' it out
If I don't like it, I'm calling it out
Friends on a mission to sign them petitions
And I do not post about my whereabouts
I wanna fuck, so I'm keepin' it pretty
He wanna ki but his music was shitty
Still in the back doin' drugs with his friends
With my hands on my hips and his hands on my titty
I cut up regardless, my iPhone, I charge it
Bitch, I'm in the Tesla, first I reverse then I park it
That was never my joint, but he pass it when he spark it
My numbers are up because I know which groups to target
I'm like a stripper, I'm up and I'm down
Just got the pole and I'm twirlin' around
Alex so smart, it's enough to go dummy
They comin' up off of explosion gun sounds
He doesn't eat so he likin' my body
I get the gap when I'm takin' them pics
He mad he get off when I post a pic
While I count up the likes and then giggle a bit
Let me smoke your bands
'Cause I love you
I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
Double it if he rich and he up too
When you're this hot, you can't let 'em touch you
Let 'em touch you
Let 'em, let 'em touch you
Let 'em touch you
Let-let-let 'em touch you
Touch you, touch you
Let 'em, let 'em touch you
I could, I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
I'm in and out, like I'm him
Pentacles, I just installed on my rims
Cocaine up in my pussy
I'm rappin' about it and sellin' it back to the kids
Tendencies of mine, I think could violent
I'm paranoid, so I'm movin' in silence
Flows can get messy, so pad it up quick
I did all my homework and all of the assignments
I'm just on flights not on tour
I'm in your face 'cause I'm bored
Don't be shy, give me some more
He wear my Juicy Couture, he's my bitch
I make him walk on all fours
I wanna stop at the store, bitch I'm a whore
Can you come fuck me some more?
I wanna stop at the store, bitch I'm a whore
Can you come fuck me some more?
Let me smoke your bands
'Cause I love you
I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
Double it if he rich and he up too
When you're this hot, you can't let 'em touch you
Bootin' this up, switchin' it out
B-b-b-bootin' this up, switchin' it out
If I don't like it, I'm calling it out
Friends on a mission to sign them petitions
And I do not post about my whereab—
Bootin' this up, switchin' it out
If I don't like it, I'm calling it out
Friends on a mission to sign them petitions
And I do not post about my whereabouts
I wanna fuck, so I'm keepin' it pretty
He wanna ki but his music was shitty
Still in the back doin' drugs with his friends
With my hands on my hips and his hands on my titty
I cut up regardless, my iPhone, I charge it
Bitch, I'm in the Tesla, first I reverse then I park it
That was never my joint, but he pass it when he spark it
My numbers are up because I know which groups to target
I'm like a stripper, I'm up and I'm down
Just got the pole and I'm twirlin' around
Alex so smart, it's enough to go dummy
They comin' up off of explosion gun sounds
He doesn't eat so he likin' my body
I get the gap when I'm takin' them pics
He mad he get off when I post a pic
While I count up the likes and then giggle a bit
Let me smoke your bands
'Cause I love you
I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
Double it if he rich and he up too
When you're this hot, you can't let 'em touch you
Let 'em touch you
Let 'em, let 'em touch you
Let 'em touch you
Let-let-let 'em touch you
Touch you, touch you
Let 'em, let 'em touch you
I could, I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
I'm in and out, like I'm him
Pentacles, I just installed on my rims
Cocaine up in my pussy
I'm rappin' about it and sellin' it back to the kids
Tendencies of mine, I think could violent
I'm paranoid, so I'm movin' in silence
Flows can get messy, so pad it up quick
I did all my homework and all of the assignments
I'm just on flights not on tour
I'm in your face 'cause I'm bored
Don't be shy, give me some more
He wear my Juicy Couture, he's my bitch
I make him walk on all fours
I wanna stop at the store, bitch I'm a whore
Can you come fuck me some more?
I wanna stop at the store, bitch I'm a whore
Can you come fuck me some more?
Let me smoke your bands
'Cause I love you
I could bet ten bucks I wanna fuck you
Double it if he rich and he up too
When you're this hot, you can't let 'em touch you
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