Lyrics: 李雨痕*/doraw
Music: 李雨痕*/doraw
b+tch I’m high as f+ck
keep this sh+t p
beat this sh+t up I don’t need no gas
Imma take that risk lil b+tch
Run it up
you know when i cuffing on your two cents, can’t put it in
f+ck that b+tch from the back, yuh
hair pullin’
say you gettin’ hoes ninja but your b+tch wanna chill with i ughh
get rich build a empire, empire oh-oh
inspired
s&x seem like dojo guard
held up ten like farce
eyes to see light/dark
too much des I’m feelin’ boost
She wanna f+ck me hard
that’s it when I feel her heart
master Wesson burst
f+ck your two cents no more digits
unc be tellin’ me sit back, listen
14th addiction got me red head
danny croc meat your not boolin’
s3x on me, want shot me scorin’
she wanna throw that cat like doja
someone tell that b+tch I’m horny
OMG!¡!
getting dis money i feel like the pauls
pandabuy peasant building dem hauls
wearing my cloak darth maul
invited to runways dont shop at no malls
On the back of us they follow like a choo choo train
bih we take yo brain
Swear this ain't no game
bih f+ck your two cents
Don't need your. two cents
what the f+ck is the two plan
Tell that ho I'm movin' in
i aint f+cking with no 2 face
i aint f+cking with no 2 face
I been in my duffy, im gettin money
Ballin like M.I.A
speed it up hop in
Find an old jukebox full of 45's
I had to glock-45
Big stick blow
Bad bih blow
Cup blowing 4, yuh
And I been that rapper
Swear to god I hate these ng
Fan ass rapper
Fake ass rapper