Eff You KILLY
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(Hey, yeah)
Got a knot, in these rick owens, and my wrist glowin’
Saint Laurent with the rips showin’
Got ya bitch throwin’ she a thot
I can’t leave her lone’ she finesse and tease
What she want, really, I don’t know, I just wanna sleep
I don’t talk, there’s no breaking me, they ain’t made like me (Yeah, me)
I can't stop, I'm on twenty-three, three years in the league (Yeah, yeah)
Getting hot super easily, like it’s third degree
At the top, (Yеah, yeah) where I wanna bе, only SSC (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She a thot, I can’t leave her lone’ she finesse and tease (What, what)
Spend a lot, you come make a song, that shit wasn't cheap
At the house money counters on, while I go to sleep (Sleep)
Smoke a drought, Hit me on my phone, I got what you need (Yeah)
Man the other side trynna figure out what I'm on (On, on)
Got a lot of eyes wanna figure out when I'm gone (Gone, gone) (Yeah)
Certified G-I-A these ain’t no rhinestones (Stones)
Drop thirty-five-hunnid for the Virgil Louis V tote
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk, there’s no breaking me, they ain’t made like me
What the fuck (Yeah, yeah), try finessin me, claim they friends with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They get cut, if they want the heat, bring the third degree
At the top, where I wanna be, only SSC (Yeah, yeah)
She a fly (Yeah), she a lil flirt (Flirt), wanna put in work (What)
She gon pop, for some real fur (Fur), birkin bag purse (Purse)
What you want, I am not him, do this often
Took her heart and I lost it, call me toxic (Haha)
Got a knot, in these rick owens, and my wrist glowin’
Saint Laurent with the rips showin’
Got ya bitch throwin’ she a thot
I can’t leave her lone’ she finesse and tease
What she want, really, I don’t know, I just wanna sleep
I don’t talk, there’s no breaking me, they ain’t made like me (Yeah, me)
I can't stop, I'm on twenty-three, three years in the league (Yeah, yeah)
Getting hot super easily, like it’s third degree
At the top, (Yеah, yeah) where I wanna bе, only SSC (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She a thot, I can’t leave her lone’ she finesse and tease (What, what)
Spend a lot, you come make a song, that shit wasn't cheap
At the house money counters on, while I go to sleep (Sleep)
Smoke a drought, Hit me on my phone, I got what you need (Yeah)
Man the other side trynna figure out what I'm on (On, on)
Got a lot of eyes wanna figure out when I'm gone (Gone, gone) (Yeah)
Certified G-I-A these ain’t no rhinestones (Stones)
Drop thirty-five-hunnid for the Virgil Louis V tote
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk, there’s no breaking me, they ain’t made like me
What the fuck (Yeah, yeah), try finessin me, claim they friends with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They get cut, if they want the heat, bring the third degree
At the top, where I wanna be, only SSC (Yeah, yeah)
She a fly (Yeah), she a lil flirt (Flirt), wanna put in work (What)
She gon pop, for some real fur (Fur), birkin bag purse (Purse)
What you want, I am not him, do this often
Took her heart and I lost it, call me toxic (Haha)
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