VINTAGE MANGO PODS
We on some new wavy shit I’m like Kanye with the kits Mix it, master, sell a brick Hogleg sellin’ it sold quick V-lone in my closet I got clips, I got rockets Too much drip, no faucet I got Louis, Prada honest Groupies on me, I can’t stop it Drop it, pop it, lock it, top it whoa, wait, please leave your shoes at the door (Ayy) Prettyboy makin’ that dough (Yuh) Prettyboy makin’ some mo (Uh) She fuckin’ with Prettyboy’s flow (Uh) Fuckin’ with Prettyboy’s flow? Ooh ooh ooh (Ayy) why is she all on my dick (Yeah) Ooh ooh ooh (Ayy) get ya girl outta my crib (Hey) Ooh ooh ooh (Yeah) gotta dsr with the licks (Yuh) Ooh ooh ooh (Any) denim all over the fit (Yeah) F*ck what you want, cause I make it rain Designer cover, on my page Sophomore year, let’s make a stain Popo trained me, I see your face Olive Garden, tabs on me ‘Cause I got money, that’s all me Shoutout Hazey, he lowkey Makin music we lowkey
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