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Quelly Woo & Kemo Givenchy
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Quelly Woo & Porter B
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wait
[Verse 1]
Cuz gon' spin like a compass
Up the .40, sound like a trumpet
I was down bad, now the money abundant, like
If you see a opp, bun him
Smokin' shh, it's very pungent
Fuck you, only God could give me judgement
Cuz gon' shoot, he never reluctant
I call him Jack Black, he get to drummin'
It's not Blackjack, life not a game
Get you some money, wa-watch how they change
Feel like Zuko, I got the flame
Po-pop a 30, the pain contain
Like, wait, T-T-TP, the ticket
If you don't got a gunner, you a [?], wait
Outside totin' on [?]
'Cause they rather see you dеad than see you livin'
Got a baddie, she very submissivе
Sh-she bend it over, ve-very explicit
Outside gotta stay on my pivot
Got a new G, it's very efficient
I get paper like Dunder Mifflin
Baby, we could be like Jim and Pam
But you gotta hold a tan
Down bad, I ain't have a helpin' hand
[Chorus]
Damn, oh my, oh my, oh
Shake that shit, baby, you might go viral, like
Baby, th-throw that ass in spiral
Keep shakin' that shit, baby, you goin' viral
[?] work like RiRi
Get that drop, we gon' spin like CD
Get up tin the dirt, aimin' at your figi
[?] like John, pull up, they don't see me, like
Damn, oh my, oh my, oh
Shake that shit, baby, you might go viral, like
Baby, th-throw that ass in spiral
Keep shakin' that shit, baby, you goin' viral
[?] work like RiRi
Get that drop, we gon' spin like CD
Get up tin the dirt, aimin' at your figi
[?] like John, pull up, they don't see me, like
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on dead opps, GDK aroma, wait
[?] niggas out your [?]
I still got fans in Barcelona
Cuz send that nigga to coma
Do-don't stop, no lettin' up
Like the way that you shakin your [...]
Last Last* was written by Quelly Woo & Briscoe & Tayriq.