Текст песни
Yeah. Ay. In your face. Oh, diamond hit the— Hey. Step up in the Rooney, diamond hit you In the face Put a lil' molly on her Tongue, that's the taste I just sit back, count A bag all day Got a quarter million, So I'm finna snatch a wave I'm a boss, I could never be a worker On these niggas Double know I'm slidin' with the curtain on these Niggas Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose off A nigga You don't wanna smoke, think you asthmatic Fuckin' groupies on the road, my bitch gettin' mad Baby, I'm a rockstar, don't know how to act Lil' Reggie can't tame it Get brain in the 雨 'cause I'm famous Chewin' on the molly, Slidin' in a Aventador Finna take the panties off The baddest IG whores Put the hood up on My bag, got the strap on my waistline. Put that on my soul, you will never come And take mine Made another mil' from a deal, I'm like, "There My baby said that I'm a Dog, so she must be a pet Only thing Up on my mind is some money and some Sex Big ol' Birkin bag, my bitch so bad, She gotta have it I can't even cap, I Got a lot of bad habits Money cure my Pain Ooh. Big ol' diamond rocks Hit a pussy nigga right up in the motherfuckin' Face Step up in the Rooney, diamond hit you In the face Put a lil' molly on her Tongue, that's taste I just sit back, Count a bag all day Got a quarter million, So I'm finna snatch a wave I'm a boss, I could never be a worker On these niggas Double R, know I'm slidin' with the curtain on These niggas Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose Off a nigga You don't wanna smoke, think you Asthmatic They don't want no motherfuckin' smoke With Lil Keed put money in the bank account, Put bitches on they knees Grrah, grrah, grrah, Hit 'em up, now they grievin' In my Art Walk and nah, we ain't leavin' I went Dior To the drawers today Glass smack thick, Right 'cross her jaw for the day Long hairs, You know I'ma be paid for days Know my Shine, know that I paved the way Know I Wish a nigga trip while I got this hundred Grand on me Yeah, she said she my number One fan, knowin' she wanna put it on me. I need your only one fan, yeah, I need Your fuckin' opinion. Yeah, the real, real know what I'm sayin' and you fuckin' don't. Step up in the Rooney, diamond hit you in The face Put a lil' molly on her tongue, That's taste I just sit back, count a bag All day Got a quarter million, so I'm finna Snatch a wave. I'm a boss, I could never Be a worker On these niggas double R, know I'm slidin' with the curtain on these Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose off a nigga You Don't wanna smoke, think you asthmatic I can't even cap, yeah, yeah.
LIL GNAR, Lil Keed, Internet Money — HEY!
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