2 Man LeoStayTrill
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[Chorus]
Oh shit that bags a replica
Fake tags, can't fool the rest of us
Lo-lowkey I go mad for Jessica
Somehow I still end up texting her
Fat racks, no sumo wrestler
Ain't no resting up, please stop testing us
I got millionaires respecting us
Disrespecting us? Wish the best of luck
[Verse 1]
Excuse me miss don't beg it
I don't know you, like Keith don't sweat it
Big bills, big bills for a show, come check it
If I got something that's yours come get it
In the south, emotionless
Don't roll, cause nobody on the social shit
Pretty face got me doing up cordial shit
Prеtty face but she don't know what motion is
My-my-my nig- my niggas chase racks and еasy licks
Don't save the chat, your mad, delete the shit
16 years and I been released a hit
Don't touch a clutch, push start, release the whip
I don't know who energised them
Flex on him, he a clown, I'll pennywise him
I'm an arsonist, burn your cartilage
I'm a bala kid, you can't televise this
My son, Simba
Bad B wanna touch my timber
Cuban wrapped around my finger
Wrist cold like my hands in winter
Don't know why- don't know why he keep talking barking, don't recognise his whimper
Brown hair but she dyed it ginger
Can't lie, I don't really wanna be her mister
Oh shit that bags a replica
Fake tags, can't fool the rest of us
Lo-lowkey I go mad for Jessica
Somehow I still end up texting her
Fat racks, no sumo wrestler
Ain't no resting up, please stop testing us
I got millionaires respecting us
Disrespecting us? Wish the best of luck
[Verse 1]
Excuse me miss don't beg it
I don't know you, like Keith don't sweat it
Big bills, big bills for a show, come check it
If I got something that's yours come get it
In the south, emotionless
Don't roll, cause nobody on the social shit
Pretty face got me doing up cordial shit
Prеtty face but she don't know what motion is
My-my-my nig- my niggas chase racks and еasy licks
Don't save the chat, your mad, delete the shit
16 years and I been released a hit
Don't touch a clutch, push start, release the whip
I don't know who energised them
Flex on him, he a clown, I'll pennywise him
I'm an arsonist, burn your cartilage
I'm a bala kid, you can't televise this
My son, Simba
Bad B wanna touch my timber
Cuban wrapped around my finger
Wrist cold like my hands in winter
Don't know why- don't know why he keep talking barking, don't recognise his whimper
Brown hair but she dyed it ginger
Can't lie, I don't really wanna be her mister
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