Alien

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[Chorus] She on the Molly, my bitch with an alias Chrome on the whip, it look alien, shades on my face, I look alien Touchdown, top floor, London, I don't do tags, just tailor me Backroom dealing [?] she got [?] dreams, fuck it, I cater it [Verse] Fuck it, I'm poppin' out on my hater shit You can just tell he be faking it I heard you dropped, I ain't playin' it Cartier frames I can still see the fake in it Walk in the spot and I'm taking it, bad lil vibe with a face and I'm paying it Pass her the blunt, now she twerking too much, where your friend at? I heard you okay with it Now she wanna fuck, but she wanna see I popped out alone, I ain't leave with a ting I'm still in designer, this casual clеan Givenchy cologne, bitch I smell likе the- (Shh) Don't ask me no questions, just roll up my weed Like, shut up lil' bitch and just follow my lead This bitch push to start, I don't need me no key This private location, I land when I please [Chorus] She on the Molly, my bitch with an alias (Woo) Chrome on the whip, it look alien, shades on my face, I look alien (Woo) Touchdown, top floor, London, I don't do tags, just tailor me Backroom dealing [?] she got [?] dreams, fuck it, I cater it
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- DC The Don