Lyrics:
bitch who do whatever I say so
Money on my head like a Jesus piece
Blunt, now I'm higher than Khalifa be
Bad bitch lookin' like a Philippine
Ohh,
your on the jet
Everybody first class
Shots of Tequila, Philippine cuisine, Adobo
You know a nigga loco
My photo on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga so
like that because I got it like that
And I'm ill like that, skilled like that
Phil-i-ppines, cause I feel like that
I'm real like that, yes, I'm chill
on ya knees
Shit you know me
I leave with either one of these
Vietnamese, Philippines, pick a niece
Yo' niece and will we still be homies
If I hit it
My chick ridin shotgun billie Jean
Half Belizean and half from The Philippines
Niggas energy its like they got the heave
Seekin me thinkin' they wanna
when you hit the
Streets and you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real from
The Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet
and Argentines sleep
Firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines
There are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In
And I love my little Filipino baby
[Guitar]
In a little rustic cottage in the Port of Phillippines
Dwells a pretty little maiden all alone
While QAnon created a legitimate scene
But it was just some bloke in the Philippines
And it's about time
And it's about time
This is what it looks
She don't need a degree (he don't need a degree)
We flew a genie-nie-nie to the Philippines, our backyard a sea
She make a Wunna ease, we infinity, I
Listerine
Got a new shawty from the Philippines
Riding real slow, still getting this dough
Celine on my Oscars, I gotta stay low
Smoking on Fronto, you're
each one did
Got my people everywhere
The bellboys and operators
Who stood up to the Japanese?
Who cares about the Philippines?
He built a house,
Philippines, mixed
With black in the genes
Had to drop the windows, to release the steam
Jane, Jane
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said,
with this one and that one
(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red
the Philippines
She wanna fuck up my cars, for real
I see how she look at the Lamborghin'
You wanna take you a Xanny?
I pass 'em out like they candy
Put my
font philippine
J'ai bu
J'ai joué et j'ai tout mis sur le tapis
A la roulette de la vie
T'as tout gagné, moi j'ai perdu
Alors, j'ai bu
J'ai
From the Philippines back to Hong Kong (you see me)
You see me in Hawaii but don't be scared
You know you gotta fight me and it's never fair (fight)
smelling like Miyaki
Half Philippine thing
For now lets call her Suki
Got me booty banging properly
In versache pants
Cocky boot legged stance
Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot
If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X
My Martin Luther King because (Martin had a dream)
He's too fire to go
I'm used to men approaching me
Trying to talk to me
Always trying buy me things
Drinks to diamond rings
Fast cars first class to the Philippines
a mini van
Take trips to Hawaii to hula dance
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
She back in Philippines
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
Looking right in them Gucci jeans
She bounce she turn she
At war like fifty marines against the Philippines
What a team we are, my vision only runs far
Beyond the moon, Jupiter, Mars, the stars
[Unverified]
crash into a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Philippines
Spill the beans, kick
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