Grown Folk Music Young T & Bugsey

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[Verse 1]
Queen lookin' Mike Wazowski
You don't push P til this price, allow me
Rollin' hashish but I'm out in Saudi
I don't mind beef but this beef baloney
Heed that advice, she's stallin'
I don't really need to be nice or all in
You don't really know there's a price to rollin'
Whoever crack first, only God can judge him
Freemasons on me
If she was the one when she hit the chromey
Carti' on mine but her wrist a Roley
Like Amazon Prime half twelve she rollin'
Dark skin, sun kissed babe she golden
You can have Beyoncé, I'm more of a Rowland
Imma spot that bum bae out in Poland
Like my nigga Blxst said, listen "Girl, you chosen"

[Chorus]
Keep whinin' that waist for me
How deh like that, make you feel like that
Keep whinin' that waist for me
That's a smooth soft cat, why don't you peel right back
Keep whinin' that waist for me
And she dresses how she want, but l like her in a thong
Keep whinin' that waist for me
That's some cute pretty toes and she wear it to the door

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