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OMG / LD
She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic Don't fidget 'cause you might get hit Big digit's in my bank, oh shit Can't stop this, got hit after hit Buss-buss down watch, take a look at my wrist Bird get lif' up Tummy get dig up ridin' this Bouncin' like Tigger Ridin' out, fingers on triggers Don't need niggas, just need more figures Man man can't talk about Russ, madman Don't you know skengs get buss? Bang bang In Central with the dargies, Gangland March on your block like an army Chatterbox, way too talky Minimum 8 racks if I'm in parties Russ got dick for your auntie Bad badgyal movin' all naughty This one's way too big I can't hide it in Amiri jeans If I crash this wap I can bet 10 bags that I clear the scene Everyone's gone, make everyone leave Hold this arm, she's taking this D If somethin' gets dropped Carry on this beef Come fuck with a 'tug 'cause Your man is a neek She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic Six figures, rich drillers We ain't goin' out like dem man Up in the charts like I'm up in the A And I still run from the fed van Bad B's here while the sixty's kweng man Now they wanna step with a skengman 18 K's, AP's and Rollies Brodie, all of them love when my dreads hang All of them know who we are Do it no-face like Sia No I ain't talkin' public relations when That boy step with the PR And I don't trust no Keisha or Becky I'm coolin' with brown-skin, Aaliyah And she don't get amnesia when I tell her "Hold this shisha" Gun lean but nuttin' like Russ Load it, lif' it and buss Still take it there, still slide back through Still doin' In Skengs We Trust Two of dem boys turn packs Mixed them spliffs with cookies and runtz Sweet one talkin' 'bout "bae" but she Know a man don't like cuffs She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic She thinks I'm cute, she said I'm lit Too many birds, which one do I pick? O-M-G, that bird is fit Explicit, wanna squeeze her tit's Hypnotised when she use those hips Mind how you use those lips Foreign cars, only buss down whips When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic Big racks, big waps, all o' dat Call me the Godfather, I'll pull up you know Hella years deep in this sixty
