Turks & Caicos*

Lyrics
[FROM SNIPPET] We lookin' at the water right now Boat out front Palm trees and shit, I don't even know where we at We movin' 'round like a mafia It's plenty fish in the sea, but I like mine Tilapia And you'n even think like me Oh hell nah, you ain't stoppin' us Cops behind us, and we in a Ghost, you think they stoppin' us? Got a bad bitch rubbin' my feet While I'm orchestrating some shit back home, tryna get a nigga gone When I'm movin' around, switch cars every hour, a nigga can't bust my dome If he on my trail, Ima take him a different route, I ain't going home Finna matte black my Maybach and keep the other parts chrome If I get that boy whacked, they gon' say that I'm wrong I'll cut off your fuckin' tongue, you better watch that tone Exquisite diamonds come in every color and this motherfucker two toned Get a driver to chauffeur me and my bitch so we can get it on In the Christian Dior store by appointment I feel so blessed in these mufuckin' garments, you know these bitches annointed Baccarat my cologne, I got this bitch horny I put carats up in her ear, it's fifty pointer She wanna leave you and come with me because you borin' I remember where we at, now I think we in Turks
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Credits
- Writers
- Summrs
- Prod. YONKO
- KxngRada