Charlotte Flair

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[Intro] Ayy, ha (I...) (I−I love you) [Chorus] Count the racks, I make sure it's all there Ayy, white ho think I'm cool, she like my hair Uh, she don't like the trap, she said she scared Ayy, fuck nigga broke, he said that life ain't fair Uh, left her on the road, said, "I don't care" Flex up on that nigga like Ric Flair Yeah, flex up on a bitch like Charlotte Flair [Verse] Yeah, sneak up in his crib like I'm not there Yeah, rob him for his shit like, "give it here" Mmh, she don't fuck with him, she think he weird Yeah, I sip lean, that nigga sippin' beer But, one wrong move, I'll fuck a bitch, no [?] Yeah, I spend money like a millionaire Uh, push up on the gang, I wouldn't dare Yeah, can't go up, I think I'm Buzz Lightyear I know your—, yeah, I know your bitch, she love Amiri She took a pic' in my mirror I pop this pilly, and now I'm delirious He think he cool 'cause he look mysterious He think I'm playing, but bitch, I am serious This fuckin' Glock hit his ass, he bi-curious I put my cock in her ass on her period I do not fuck with a first period I do not fuck with a second period I do not fuck with a third period Nigga, fuck school, this shit gettin' ridiculous Give her a gift, now she think I'm Nicholas Give her a Perc', she think it's Thanksgiving Give me a Xan', don't know the difference Chiefin' this loud, bitch I'm gettin' visions [Chorus] Count-C-Count the racks, I make sure it's all there Ayy, white ho think I'm cool, she like my hair Uh, she don't like the trap, she said she scared Ayy, fuck nigga broke, he said that life ain't fair Uh, left her on the road, said, "I don't care" Flex up on that nigga like Ric Flair Yeah, flex up on a bitch like Charlotte Flair [Outro / Nuh uh] Bye-bye!
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