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Aye, Look

You don't get gyal ca' you act too worried
Me, I got some of them?slim,?

got some of?them thick like Katsu Curry

Don't get?gyal ca' you act too catty
Man move funny
Me, I've got dreams of a black Bugatti

And you still ain't left wing like 'Dinho
I'm trynna move right like Ansu Fati, grab two batty

This girl wants to trap man fully
Hat stay wooly, don't ask "Would he?"
Give her woody
I'll do it and buss' on my Nike Tech hoodie
I'm that bedroom Spartan bully
C*ck and blast my toolie,

I need a buzz like Woody like, like

One of my closest turned to a pagion and I can't stop thinking about "How could he?"
F**k the glitts and the glamour
Guys had sticks on'dere hips in my manor
The bits was a mazza
No six pack and gym, pack a ting for the

pa**a

I used to think I was bad 'till I got rid of the waste like the p*ss in my bladder
Gyal drop location, linking is standard
She wanna see pics of my manhood
Spin it, pull it
I shot my shot like a bullet
She said "I could do better"
I said

"You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it
So why you there looking at me
Baby come through, cook and I clean
Dance, a juug and I lean
Spin it, pull it
I shot my shot like a bullet
She said "I could do better"
I said

"You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it
So why you there looking at me
Baby come through, cook and I clean
Dance, a juug and I lean

I done sleepless nights for the bag
But everything comes with a price
Now I got big bags under my eyes and I swerve in a zig-zag blurring the lines
I'm low, I'm under pressure I'm tired
But there's ain't no service in life
When sh*t hits the net, you'll be serving online
Can't sleep or deal with your personal life
I got deep-rooted anger within
Thots get d**ked down
Bits get shot and licked round wrapper in the cling
If they shoot their shot then I'm dangling man from the rim
I'm back in the bits
Where man get wet up for ice and immaculate drip
Man get set up for no reason
And get caught lacking packing a ting
Spin it, pull it
I shot my shot like a bullet
She said "I could do better"
I said

"You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it
So why you there looking at me
Baby come through, cook and I clean
Dance, a juug and I lean

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