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Evilgiane
Ayy, yeah (DeliverTheCrush)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (Surf Gang, b*t*h)

She tell me she love mе, she wantin' me badly
Triple S on thе sole, I ain't rockin' New Balance
She stressin' me out, she give me a fever
Low sole, I don't rock with Adidas
Lord in the cut, he asked for the reefer
Puff, puff, now that boy be dreamin'
Bop, bop, got the Glock and it's singin'
Shots loud, now that boy ear ringin'
It is the little things, even though you got me thinkin'
I knew I was right, I never was tweakin'
She wanna chill, pull up on the weekend
f**kin' her good, cream, she leakin'
My songs and the lyrics, you know they can speak
Boy, I got that water, now she be tweakin', yeah

I got .30's and Glocks and Rugers
Type my name on the f**kin' computer
f**k MTA, n***a in the Uber
b*t*h is so wet, n***a, like a scuba
Versace on the shirt, rockin' medusa
That boy is a snake, we had to exclude him
Your b*t*h, you know I had to include her
If he talkin' crazy, just send me the addy
Slide through your block, I'ma slide with the gatty
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me, she callin' me daddy
Slide through your block, I'ma slide with the gatty
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me, she callin' me daddy
Slide through your block, I'ma slide with the gatty
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me, she callin' me daddy
Slide through your block, I'ma slide with the gatty
Your b*t*h wanna f**k me, she callin' me daddy

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