talk2dahand

Lyrics
[Intro] Huh, yuh (Yuh) [Verse 1] Let me start the whip up (Huh) Let me fuck your bitch wife (Huh) Came with Benjamins, ah (Huh) I get all the bitches (Huh) Cut you out the picture (Huh) Rock a lotta Rick Owens (Huh) Sorry that your bitch stuck Yeah, I'm in your bitch throat (Huh) Sit on the king's throne (Huh) Huh, bitch for best times (Huh) Boy, you rockin' fake clothes (Huh) Boy, I'm wearin' real clothes, huh God hold me closer God, you don't know her Syrup in my soda (Soda) [Chorus] Syrup in my soda (Huh) Syrup in my soda Syrup in my soda (Huh) [Verse 2] I hop in the Lamb' and go brazy, okay [?] she got no brain, no way Got five incomes, I get paid all day And five bad bitches wanna fuck all day, yeah Fly with my money, feel like I'm in space, huh Glide with my sons, them lil' boys don't say nothin' Bitch, give me your fuckin' waist, stop playin' now Pull up with thе can, like paint, you get sprayed up (Huh) [Bridge] Talk to thе hand, talk to the hand Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man Used to be broke, bitch, I got bands Used to that ho, used to the fans Pour up some more, bitch, I love drank Pour up some more, bitch, I love drank Fuck on that ho, drive her insane ('Sane) [Chorus] Syrup in my soda (Huh) Syrup in my soda (Syrup in my soda) Syrup in my soda (Huh)
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- 800pts
- Tunjijuju