Ok! KA$HDAMI
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[Intro]
(Flex worldwide, lil' bitch)
Fah, fah
Gang, gang, gang (Nigga)
Fbee, gang (Bitch)
[Chorus]
I’ve been runnin' up cheese, okay
When that fuck boy lack where he lay?
I walk down with chopper, we catch him, we spray (Grrah)
I-I tote that Glock, my twin got a K
I cop this ho what she want 'cause she my bae
These niggas be sweet, some' like sorbet
Boy, don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no pape', yuh
[Verse]
Twi-Twin hit me he tryn' go make a play
Bullets hit a opp, he caught an array
Twe-Twelve watchin', gotta stay out the way
Know some niggas plottin', keep that Glock everyday
Huh, I gotta stay on the move, huh, yeah, I be runnin' these bags up
I see niggas copy my swag, 'causе I got some shit they don’t have, uh
(Bitch)
[Chorus]
I’vе been runnin' up cheese, okay
When that fuck boy lack where he lay?
I walk down with chopper, we catch him, we spray (Grrah)
I-I tote that Glock, my twin got a K
I cop this ho what she want 'cause she my bae
These niggas be sweet, some' like sorbet
Boy, don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no pape', yuh
(Flex worldwide, lil' bitch)
Fah, fah
Gang, gang, gang (Nigga)
Fbee, gang (Bitch)
[Chorus]
I’ve been runnin' up cheese, okay
When that fuck boy lack where he lay?
I walk down with chopper, we catch him, we spray (Grrah)
I-I tote that Glock, my twin got a K
I cop this ho what she want 'cause she my bae
These niggas be sweet, some' like sorbet
Boy, don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no pape', yuh
[Verse]
Twi-Twin hit me he tryn' go make a play
Bullets hit a opp, he caught an array
Twe-Twelve watchin', gotta stay out the way
Know some niggas plottin', keep that Glock everyday
Huh, I gotta stay on the move, huh, yeah, I be runnin' these bags up
I see niggas copy my swag, 'causе I got some shit they don’t have, uh
(Bitch)
[Chorus]
I’vе been runnin' up cheese, okay
When that fuck boy lack where he lay?
I walk down with chopper, we catch him, we spray (Grrah)
I-I tote that Glock, my twin got a K
I cop this ho what she want 'cause she my bae
These niggas be sweet, some' like sorbet
Boy, don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no pape', yuh
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