Falaba doesn't take an end, way, way, way Man, they're brawling with their tails, way, way, way But the forest draws the borders, stay, stay, stay Tuh, tuh, tuh With the click in the area Do you hear the clicking of the heels? Yes, I trained my butt But leave your finger with you All eyes on me Glances that get lost in the tits But no one is here who is interested in me Scribe them to the left like a Tinder profile Way, way, way Yes, no, they never hear from me, yes, only no, no, no What kind of invitation to drinks? I have three bottles on the table And I don't want to go eat either I'm almost on the toilet Don't talk *** about me, I know the trick When you smile, it looks like eating T-shirt, colors, fennel, butch They say, ever, rap is not a man's business Say that to my right hook, ha These picos are flashing, way, way, way Falaba doesn't take an end, way, way, way Man, they're brawling with their tits, way, way, way Bye, bye, hell, time is money I have nothing to give away from both These picos are flashing, way, way, way Falaba doesn't take an end, way, way, way Man, they're brawling with their tits, way, way, way But Walter draws the borders, stay, stay, stay True, true, true 100,000 bitches, brother, hanging on my neck Carrying Prada, looking for their father W-W-Wheat is faking, babe I saw 100,000 bitches, brother I told you, you wanted to have fame Then I take your brother, standing on real rough Brother, you have a mean, mean ass, way, way, way Way, way, way Throwing pills in your throat, way, way, way Way, way, way Give you a drink when I pay, no, no, no No, no, no It's way too hot here in the club, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay Yeah, 20 bottles are never enough 50 bags full of shivers All blinds want peanuts All dreamers, none of them eat Picos really never do anything Always talking, never happening Sisters, we'll never be like this *** the babblers, make pills These picos are blinding, way, way, way The talk is never ending, way, way, way Man, they're brawling with their asses, way, way, way Viber, hey, time is money, nothing to give away These picos are blinding, way, way, way The talk is never ending, way, way, way Man, they're brawling with their asses, way, way, way But the forest draws the borders, stay, stay, stay It's like 2, 2, 2