Lyrics:
her
La chica provoca
La chica provoca
All the boys call her
Tu cinturita
All the boys call her
Let me tell you what type she is ah
She the type that
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
nigga
Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He
tell them
I dy work for the midnight
So for morning i no go beg for food
The boys not sleeping
Tell em
The boys not sleeping
Talk am again
The boys not
jackin', boy
Fuck what you claimin'
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em
Make a wrong move then
and save it i gotta do better
That nigga a fraud you can tell by his gestures
Armani Exchange and Chanel on her sweater
Now all of my kicks packing genuine
as us
Money keeps calling
Haters die slowly
When they try rolling
Tell 'em squad only
Money keeps calling
Haters die slowly
When they try rolling
Tell
the same as us
Money keeps calling
Haters die slowly
When they try rolling
Tell 'em squad only
Money keeps calling
Haters die slowly
When they try rolling
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
Everybody goin' through the same thing
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't
N****s, b****es
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
[Intro]
Yeah I be the one that they love mention,
I Tell 'em keep on talking,
Cause love the attention,
And if they wanna see me,
I tell 'em they
can't tell you how I got 'em, in
Hold on, check my fucking safe
50 xans, 50 bags in, 50 bags of kush in
Change the beat up, we can go some more!
My
meaning
Pass on the truth! You're the only one who can
Please
He said
"Damn you, Lincoln
You had your way
Tell 'em, boy!
With blood you drew
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
paid"
You can tell that we don't play by
The looks that's on our face
Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy
You know we play with K
Come through
All these rappers that I've passed up
Passed up
Talkin so you know your boy
He gassed up
He gassed up
Imma say mine they really gonna act up
Tell 'em
baby girl let my wrist talk
Staring at the ice call the bitch my wrist watch
Keep a bitch on her feet like a fli-
Bitch stop I can tell by the way that
it up
Tell my young g go fuck it up
We from the deep we only get dubs
Them boys in the cut
They don't give a fuck
I call em they make the move
Them
to roost
Kevi Khust' waking up the boy
Tell em we the truth we the groove
Never shake us off
Look I make many moves
Plenty moves iyeah
Yeka ipapa
Sidli
own waves so now they anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is
own waves so now they anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is
bitch boys
Yeah, yeah, pussy boy, I never tell
Steady talkin', hide my back, man, pussy bitch, help make my bill
She want cash app for a wig, I told that
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