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Letra : SEND IT UP (XANAX)
Escargot in the south of France
They on snail time, they on Gary time, square ass
Bar #9 Pepe LePew, speak love language
Siamese but call her “litter box” cus the pu**y trash
Cats out the bag, cheetah print, smack her on the ass
These rappers pu**y n***as, lick they self
Always in the VIP
Scratch the kitty cat
Like it’s 1984, wonder where the women at
Tell a b*t*h I love her
Say it back, b*t*h, say it back
She said “this pu**y yours”
Take it back, b*t*h, take it back
f**ked hеr with my helmut Lang jeans on, yeah, shе a fan
Hour 30, Perc 30, but she forget she got a man
You say that this pu**y talk?
Well, b*t*h, this d**k sang
Name me Alexander, cus I’m great at handing out Wang
Got a b*t*h in east room in Falconia, like chain gang
Truth be told, I do not know they name, call em Minute Maid
When I lay my head to sleep, I pray my soul ain’t snatched
Try to pay my b*t*h tuition, want a Berkin bag instead
Don’t know her ABC’s, but say BBL like a champ
I'on even know who in my bed, make your impression last
Lemme take a guess
Uh, Sheila, I think? Oh, no, your name Kim?
f**k you raise your voice for?
Calm down b*t*h, who you think you is, the Riddler?
I ain’t Batman, you ain’t Catwoman, this ain’t a Batmobile, this a Tesla
Now pop this, shut up
Rollie on, I ain’t a Tik Tokker
Have you on the ground crawling like Jason Derulo
Tell a pu**y n***a “you wanna fight I wanna tussle”
Got if off the muscle I ain’t worried bout nun
Every time I’m in it, she be twitching, trying to run
1942, get her loose, turn her up
50, ima need a BPM for this drum
n***as scared, I’ll send this b*t*h up
Whole SSET with me, trying to slide on sumn'
Ol’ b*t*h hit me, ain’t talkin’ bout nothing
Tear drop gang, make ya mama cry bout something, yeah
They on snail time, they on Gary time, square ass
Bar #9 Pepe LePew, speak love language
Siamese but call her “litter box” cus the pu**y trash
Cats out the bag, cheetah print, smack her on the ass
These rappers pu**y n***as, lick they self
Always in the VIP
Scratch the kitty cat
Like it’s 1984, wonder where the women at
Tell a b*t*h I love her
Say it back, b*t*h, say it back
She said “this pu**y yours”
Take it back, b*t*h, take it back
f**ked hеr with my helmut Lang jeans on, yeah, shе a fan
Hour 30, Perc 30, but she forget she got a man
You say that this pu**y talk?
Well, b*t*h, this d**k sang
Name me Alexander, cus I’m great at handing out Wang
Got a b*t*h in east room in Falconia, like chain gang
Truth be told, I do not know they name, call em Minute Maid
When I lay my head to sleep, I pray my soul ain’t snatched
Try to pay my b*t*h tuition, want a Berkin bag instead
Don’t know her ABC’s, but say BBL like a champ
I'on even know who in my bed, make your impression last
Lemme take a guess
Uh, Sheila, I think? Oh, no, your name Kim?
f**k you raise your voice for?
Calm down b*t*h, who you think you is, the Riddler?
I ain’t Batman, you ain’t Catwoman, this ain’t a Batmobile, this a Tesla
Now pop this, shut up
Rollie on, I ain’t a Tik Tokker
Have you on the ground crawling like Jason Derulo
Tell a pu**y n***a “you wanna fight I wanna tussle”
Got if off the muscle I ain’t worried bout nun
Every time I’m in it, she be twitching, trying to run
1942, get her loose, turn her up
50, ima need a BPM for this drum
n***as scared, I’ll send this b*t*h up
Whole SSET with me, trying to slide on sumn'
Ol’ b*t*h hit me, ain’t talkin’ bout nothing
Tear drop gang, make ya mama cry bout something, yeah
