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Yeah. Yeah. Woo. Yeah, let's go. I drop the top on the foreign, this shit Tryna catch me a breeze. Yeah. I walk out the bank with them racks, Yeah, I do it with ease. Do it with ease. I put that shit on, That's a fact, yeah, I'm Mr. Clean. I'm Mr. Clean. Shawty, your ass way too fat, how you get That in them jeans? That in them jeans. No Don Juan, true player. Real player, yeah, Himalaya. Himalaya. Fucked on your thot, we don't lay up. Yeah. I'm throwing this cash like a layup. Whoa. If you owe some, better pay up. Get a pink Molly, I wake up. Wake up. No bakery, I got my cake up. Racks. If it's up, then it's stuck, I don't Make up. Yes. Open like the pack, check up On when I wake up. My bitch think I'm Cheating, say she wanna break up. Yeah. Different on me, yeah, that shit fully loaded. I don't do the face, but I give 'em A shake-up. Finna go cop some new drip, yeah, I need some new boots. Yeah, I'm thinking 'bout Going Bottega. Running 'round the lobby with some Hoes on the Molly. Finna pin 'em all down, I'm a real thot slayer. I spend them racks, I don't care. Yes. Say she got a man, I don't care. Player. This drip that I'm rocking Is real. I'm stepping on shit like a stair. I'm in the Hills, fresh face of Bel-Air. Popping these pills, yeah, I'm high as hell. These nigga cowardly, tucking they tail. Like a Perc 30, these niggas ain't real. Yeah. I drop the top on the foreign, shit Tryna catch me a breeze. Yeah. I walk out the bank with them racks, Yeah, I do it with ease. I put that shit on, that's a fact, yeah, I'm Mr. Clean. I'm Mr. Clean. Shawty, your ass way too fat, how you Get that in them jeans? That in them jeans. No Don Juan, true player. Yeah. Real player, yeah, Himalaya. Himalaya. Fucked on your thot, we don't lay up. Yeah. I'm throwing this cash like a layup. Whoa. If you owe some, better pay up. Pay up. Get a pink Molly, I wake up. Wake up. No bakery, I got my cake up. Racks. If it's up, then it's stuck, I don't Make up. Yes. I drop the top on the Foreign, this shit tryna catch me a breeze. I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah, I do it ease. I put that shit on, That's a fact, yeah, I'm Mr. Clean. Shawty, your ass too fat, How you get that in them jeans?
Atl Smook — Layup
«Layup» — Atl Smook. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:03. Жанр — Другое.
