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Tiffany Box Freestyle

by Deon Dior

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Dior You gotta rock to this shit juheardd Deon Dior Shit Mmmhmmm Top Trav Bar For Bar Fly For Fly I'm the Hardest in my City She know Tracey Baby Boy Poppin I don't wanna fuck unless a bitch got a bag Bitch did me dirty fuck her friend and make her mad Same fingers I count money wit Them fingers itchin Tracey Baby Boy Where You been I'm in The Kitchen 1300 for the Tiffany's These Ain't The Same Ones If I spend it nigga imma make it right back I don't do the long talking or the chit chat Nah Shorty keep calling Imma call her right back Stuffing all this money in Tiffany Box Tiffany box I don't wanna fuck but you can give me Some Top Give me some top Ooooo And this money make her nasty Imma one of one Make the Tessi drive itself I don't need no handouts I don't need no help Got it out the mud Shit I did this by myself What I look like not getting this money countin it up What I look like not hopping outside fresh as fuck Stuffing all this money in Tiffany Box Tiffany box 195 on the Tesla stock Tracey Boy when this shit gon drop I don't know but this shit so hot Prolly when the summer come cause this Shit so Fire I done turn my city up Flyest in the city Yeah I can bring the biddies out Gorgie Only vibe with the pretty ones Ducking all the silly ones Money on my mind Can you give me some Shit im finna give me some Rubber band them bands Then I stuff it in the Tiffany Boy I got the buzz this year till infinity I can fuck yo bitch But she ain't shit to me Tracey Baby Boy Got this shit Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin Poppin You shittin me Poppin Poppin Poppin Bands on his head My mans on his head I don't wanna talk shh I think that nigga fed Why she on my jock but she rubbin On my stick I don't wanna vibe shit I put her in the stands Yeah I fuck this bitch But She got a whole man Damn Yeah I played it cool shit I treat her like a fan She messy wit no hands When I say I need Trust I'm talkin about these Bands Tracey Baby Boy Got This Shit Poppin Poppin Poppin Stuffing all this money in Tiffany Box Tiffany box I don't wanna fuck but she can give me Some Top Give me some top Ooooo And this money make her nasty Imma one of one Make the Tessi drive itself I don't need no handouts I don't need no help Got it out the mud Shit I did this by myself What I look like not getting this money countin it up What I look like not hopping outside fresh as fuck She know Tracey Baby Boy Poppin Stuffing All This Money In The Tiffany Box

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