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[Refrain] Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast [Verse 1] Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up After she suck my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up I ain't cuffing that bitch (No), that ain't on my agenda Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta 30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane Like Gunna, I drip insane, make a smart girl give me brain Let the perkys kill my pain, break a hundred, tell her keep the change Now the Gucci store know my name, hottest brown boy in the game [Chorus] Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting [Verse 2] I'm TT (Hmm), rolling up the dope Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded I need a boat Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot See, 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell 380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell [Refrain] Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast [Chorus] Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
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