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Yea, uh, uh, yea Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yea Put my phone on airplane mode, haha Hit y'all back later, uh Annone Yea Champ, it's Annone
fuori Sto troppo fatto e so una sega a da' le indicazioni Male che va ci beccheremo a metà di Via Annone Non ho parole per descrivere non ho parole Quanti
Hey Ouuu Annone Niggas actin' fake on me, don't know why Bitches wanna play with me, don't know why They just tryna hate on me, don't know why I
(Yea, yea) Mm, yea (Yea, yea yea) Uh uh, yea (Yea, yea) Champ (Yea, yea yea) Annone She ride me like a horse, I'm the Polo boy (I'm the polo boy)
Yea Mmm yeaa Oohhh Annone Hey Oh I think they like me Polo over white tees Got more Vans than Nikes, uh Sip long island ice teas In the club, no ID
(Mmm heyy yeaa) Yea Yea, yea (Ouuu) Champ (Hey) Annone Demons tryna bother me, angels help me shakin' 'em off Memories be haunting me, can't look
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