Lyrics:
You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya (owh, owh, owh!)
I
and Griselda
Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater
Limo tint, John Cena, Maxo Money Making
yah yah
This song making me wet
Call me Aquafina
Jamie-Rose and I️ slaying like we is Selena
Girl, we a goddess by right
Call you miss Athena
Beautiful
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
the latest getting tired of these favours
Cos' you only like to shop inside Bottega
Saint Laurent like you Christina Aguilera
I'm seeing stars in the wraith
on a high note
Chamomile in my swill, pull an all-nighter
Christina Aguilera and Shakira, I'm a fighter
When I need distraction, I'm a writer
Try to find
smoking on the regular
Hit your bitch and have her singing like Christina Aguilera
I couldn't bust, got blue balls, I'm a Avatar
Living healthy, all my
and Christina Aguilera
Nsync too, have you ever looked in a mirror?
Your hair ain't really blonde, and ya eyes ain't blue
So never diss me, cuz when you diss me
slapped him
Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him
The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him and relaxed him
Christina Aguilera came
about that come up even if I gotta fuck up the re-up
Tan bitch Marlyn beige chick Maria
Christina Aguilera go both ways
It don't matter how she goes
never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming out
never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming out
is looking for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, hope you do not slip
Seven, eight, better pray up late
Nine, ten, cause he's coming
you by.
You keep procrastinating over & over, well maybe I'll go to school next year or maybe next semester. No do it right now
Or maybe its Everest,
of that activist
I step in the party I'm on some
Askin my bro did he bring the mushrooms
Studio twenty-four HRS so that mean twenty-fourRMS
Nigga i was just
a Mag
You a fag, you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (now that's gangsta)
wanna run away
First class, sitting in my lap
Gonna make It rain
Classic pop, turn it up to the party
Like Christina said
We gonna get naughty
I'm making
By The Toe So I'ma Let It Go No
Vaun Gettin That Dough Doe
We Living Good YOLO
Kel Gettin That Money Tell Them Pay Us What They Owe Owe
Range Rover For
compassion in the trail of tears
Drive bys and robberies I been dwelling in ATL for years
I slang hand to hand no procrastination
Worser than Candyman off
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