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Lời bài hát: The Ticket (With That Mexican Ot)

Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650

She ain't nobody else, yeah
Lord, we're out
I'm glad to say she's mine
Yeah, well, hey, she ain't nobody else, yeah
Lord, hey, hey
Drunk out me drives and walk * down line
Shoot them no houses
Yeah, I was just saving my twenty-nine
Count fifties and hundreds
They come by the thousand
Rats in my bag, can't fit in my trouser
Smoke with your hoe, now she fuckin' for hours
This ain't no regular gas
I'm smokin' on quiche
Your bitch lookin' sweet, but she sour
I'm blowin' stank, put this * in the shower
I'm the bank, I'm connected like Riders
This here a trap, nigga, feed
You can't do it like this
My forces all while it's a flower
I've been a nigga, don't care about a dollar
Can't save a hoe, I don't got superpowers
They saying, damn, I'm a ticket
I don't need a voucher
This fuckin' don't know nothin' about her
Hey, hey, if I up, I'ma blame
I'ma come get with you on Kasam
You might not know who I am
I'm finna show you, don't tell me this ain't an exam
I might go buy me a lamb
Why buy the truck? I'm the GOAT, I ain't slidin' no rounds
Shunt * down like a clam
Killin' the gang, but I'm free, they can't see me on cam
Hey, hey, big-ass 40 can't fit in the host
And we spend our air who rollercoaster
Cook me a nigga, he brown like a toaster
You old tryna rap, hang it up like a poster
Beat from the back and I * up a closure
Got kickin' back, tryna knock off the shoulder
Popped on my own, I don't need a promoter
Might pull up an eight, but I'm really a smoker
Drunk out me drives, I walk * down, I ain't shoot him no houses
I was just savin' my 20s, now I'm countin' 50s
And hundreds, they come by the thousand
Rats in my bag can't fit in my trousers
Smoke with your hoe, now she fuckin' for hours
This ain't no regular gas, I'm smokin' on kiss
She up here lookin' sweet, but she sour
If you wanna get it, and I wanna get it
Then we gonna get it together
I'm changin' the weather, better get your sweater
I up the Glock and rock a fella
Got it right because I'm movin' too clever
Fuckin' a foreign, I need me Roselle
You can * with that thing cause it don't even matter
You can tell out my head as I'm on a new level
Red, blue, yellow
Movin' inside of the Escalade lookin' real happy
Out of the country, lil' bitch, and she callin' me Pappy
Bitch, I'm the * walkin' around, smellin' crappy
Happy Gilmore, she wanna tap me
Got an ugly face, but she walk with a fatty
Just put your face in the pillow
Shut up and take it
Shut up, get naked
She suck a dick under a blanket
Bend her over, then I spank it
Let me see it, I ain't playin'
We ain't in the kitchen, but we be cakin'
I wanna rush some bitch in a Jamaican
Ayy, ayy, drunk out me drives
I walk * down, I ain't shoot him no houses
I was just savin' my 20s, now I'm countin'
Pizzas and hunnids, they come by the thousand
Rats in my bag, can't fit in my trouser
Smoke with your hoe, now she fuckin' for hours
This ain't no regular gas, I'm smokin' on quiche
Your bitch lookin' sweet, but she sour
Your bitch lookin' sweet, but she sour
You know what I'm sayin'?
And she love to fly
Girl

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