Letras
(HL8)
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(Scratch Mixed It)
Look
He turn blue like he's bangin' for Crip
I ain't got no smoke, but I bet bro-bro got a fang on his hip
Shit, the whole of the bangers got nicked
And this guy wanna make me his bitch
I'm all for the lager and quids and vids (yeah)
Fan love, they be wanting a pic
I'm signing my name on tits (yeah, yeah)
I'm signing my name on boobies (uh-huh)
Said you didn't, you know that you knew me
Right now, I'm gonna make this a movie (yeah, yeah)
Nah, I'ma do you how you do me
I don't know about breakups, what do you mean?
I just fell in love with his machine
I wanted a G-lock with a beam
But his ting bap-bap boy
I'm a statement bitch, babe, buy me anything (uh)
I want this, I want everything (yeah)
I don't get what I want, I ain't settling
If it's up and I lack, pick up anything (yeah)
I'm pretty and decent, but I'm indecent
Pull up and pop me a Xanax (I'm high)
He's bigger than trees and nigga, let's leave him
Go ask the man where his gang at
I got butt like swell (Jello)
Pull up like Adele (hello)
In the funeral playing the cello
He went to Hell, R.I.P to the fellow
I'm cute, I'm cautious, little, and gorgeous (uh)
In the race, I'm the hare and the tortoise (yeah)
And I'm twisted, so I don't talk much
This what the man dem taught us (yeah)
He turn blue like he's bangin' for Crip
I ain't got no smoke, but I bet bro-bro got a fang on his hip
Shit, the whole of the bangers got nicked
And this guy wanna make me his bitch
I'm all for the lager and quids and vids
Fan love, they be wanting a pic
I'm signing my name on tits (yeah, yeah)
I'm signing my name on boobies
Said you didn't, you know that you knew me
Right now, I'm gonna make this a movie (yeah, yeah)
Nah, I'ma do you how you do me