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Yo | She look bad every day, mm | Chains all up in her face, mm
(Nathaniel London) (ZEL, this shit crazy) Yo She look bad every day, mm Chains all up in her face, mm She got expensive taste, mm She been serving face, mm Cook the coke into paste, mm Molly water to her face, mm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste (yo) Made her walk just so I can stare back Take off your clothes, I'm hitting it Hypnotised, I'm hitting it bareback Put her to bed, she got jet lag Give me a taste, got her wet now You want Chanel? Go get that Stack in the bag, ayo, take that She got a man, I didn't hear that Got in my bag and it multiplied Sat on my face, made her cry They hate on me, wonder why Blue in the whip like the sky Out the way, I'm out the mix No 808s that back up the kick They adding it up, I'm tryna be slick But we got the same background on pics She look bad every day, mm Chains all up in her face, mm She got expensive taste, mm She been servin' face, mm Cook the coke into paste, mm Molly water to her face, mm Lean stains in the Wraith (yeah) I like how this lady taste (yeah) Sippin' cream, like the taste, uh-huh Calabasas out the gate, uh-huh Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh Things that we done, can't say, uh-uh Had to go hard 'cause I'm sick of the promises I cannot deal with the promises I've sat with a bitch, and we gassed this shit up about love But we both done the opposite He roll in the street like DBE, that's why the trap is acknowledging I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas That's why they sick and they vomiting I'm probably in Chrome, I'm sitting Supreme I'm treating this shit like a Adidas (yeah) We get the fire, we ain't riding with phones I know them niggas ain't need us She look bad every day, mm Chains all up in her face, mm She got expensive taste, mm She been servin' face, mm Cook the coke into paste, mm Molly water to her face, mm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste I'm in Chanel, Hermès, startin' my mornin' Big league, 80K out the bank Get me in my mood, we diggin' up shoes Got shooters on speed dial, tellin' them crash Goddy out the can, get it all back I ain't takin' my Lam' out if the weather is wack I make a IG baddie sell crack 29 really fuck up the tap, huh 'Bout to go Lambo' again, bring the mini AK and the rambo again I got a ten out of ten I won't trust her for shit 'cause she riding 'round with them Down bad bitch, I know that she would never leave She a ten out of ten with the natural physique Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it's tekky One fifth on the kettle straight from HMP She look bad every day, mm Chains all up in her face, mm She got expensive taste, mm She been serving face, mm Cook the coke into paste, mm Molly water to her face, mm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste
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