Hips (Mixed)

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[Verse 1] Every bag I sell smells like Chanel Got it from Santee Alley With some YSL I don't work I get my mail Hop on a yacht Went for a sail Mama a hottie If you can't tell Don't go to church I flip my hair Dooney & Burke 'Cause he can't tell My card abundant Here I tell You a story about the way The way my hand is full [Interlude] I am loved well Daddy gives me money Loudly, I yell Thank you father [Verse 2] The holy grail Her money long They love me long I love him no His account is what I want Gave me the Beamer And the gardenеr Planting thyme I sniff her rose Taking my timе I roll it up Give her water Light it up Smoke my wine [Chorus] Whine my hips Can we kiss? Thank you for this Thank you for this [Verse 3] Every bag I wear smells like Chanel Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada (Spice girl) I got big titties I'm the Don Dada Hit a lick We split the product I sell my share I give him nada Da-da-da-da-ra-da-da-da-da In the strip I share with squala Dance for me For the mula Daddy's money is communal Spot six inches Kiss the girl Throw three stacks And watch her twirl On the stage she moves and twirls Our bodies curl [Chorus] Whine my hips (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Can we kiss? (Heartthrob) Thank you for this Thank you for this
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