Songtexte
Aye
Klad
you
cookn
crack
aye
For
real
Call
your
friends
Call
em
brrrtt
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
Call
your
friends
Call
em
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
Follow
me
all
on
the
internet
Slide
in
my
DM
is
superwet
Pipe
it
up
just
like
a
corvette
While
I'm
sliding
off
your
Rolex
Boy
you
fucking
with
a
fucking
vet
Got
you
going
where
you
going
next
If
you
pull
my
dress
I
might
make
a
mess
He
done
pon
da
river
now
your
man
vex
And
all
of
my
bitches
is
bad
(Bad)
They
sweet
but
they
want
the
bag
(Bag)
I
heard
you
got
zips
on
lock
Thats
why
your
name
in
my
phone
is
glad
(Glad)
And
it's
smoking
like
a
muffler
I'm
throwing
it
just
like
a
juggler
And
I'm
knowing
you
hang
with
hustlas
And
I'm
thinking
I
got
you
some
costumers
Call
your
friends
Call
em
brrrtt
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
Call
your
friends
Call
em
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
I'm
slim
I'm
not
petite
(Wave)
The
best
Don't
need
a
critique
(Never)
Fuck
da
booth
I'm
making
it
queef
Spitting
like
I
got
no
teeth
If
it's
fat
turn
the
other
cheek
(Amen)
If
it's
fake
let
me
get
a
squeak
(Ooo)
If
you
got
meat
I
need
a
receipt
Take
a
bitch
out
to
eat
Pick
the
shit
out
of
ya
teeth
Take
me
home
Then
lick
on
my
feet
(Gates)
No
run
of
the
mill
Don't
need
to
be
meek
Jane
a
titan
in
the
sheets
(Thanos)
Its
sweet
but
shit
ain't
sweet
He
a
baby
I
put
him
to
sleep
Then
I'm
skating
in
a
Jeep
I
heard
you
missing
ya
Felipe
Call
your
friends
Call
em
brrrtt
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
Call
your
friends
Call
em
I
got
friends
Woah
woah
shit
Money
to
spend
Cash
cash
run
it
Lets
get
it
in
Fuck
it
up
fuck
it
up
ooo
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