1st Hunnid
Yeat
GENRE
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
I just went and bought a crib, yeah, bitch, I'm done with apartments, yeah
Yes, I be rocking the Junya Watanabe, bitch, yeah, it sit on my cardigan
What is we doing today? I’m finna go take a Perc' in my back-backgardigans
This bitch already sucked on my pickle, you gotta catch up, no condiments
Bitch, I've been booted up, yeah, on the X every day, yeah, I don’t know where the bottom is
Up at the top with a whole lotta guap and it's really no stopping it
Yеah, I'm on a whole fucking new levеl (New level)
Bitch 'bout to pull up on and ride on a bike, these bitches just learned how to bike pedal, yeah
Yeah, these kids is so corny, yeah, kettle (Corny)
I'm in the Virgil, I got a whole lot (Whole lot)
I gotta cop a lil' jet, yeah, so I got a whole lotta luggage
You not my twiz or my cuddy, yeah, you not my twin or my buddy
I got a whole lotta flawless baguettes on my wrist, yeah, [?], yeah
This skinny bitch got a mac 'n' cheese pussy, it sound like spaghetti
[Verse]
Yeah, I’m finna tell you what’s going on right now, yeah
It's nine twenty-six AM
Yeah, I’m finna go back to sleep
Or I'm finna take me an X
Yeah, I can feel the boot up in my chest
Yeah, I ain't really fucking with rest
Yeah, bitch, I'ma fail every test
Yeah, brand new chain in Alyx
Yeah, ain’t been sober for some weeks
Yeah, Beni-bachi when I geek
I took her to Bossanova, finna beat
I'm finna walk in this bitch and they flooded my wrist, they don't gotta say shit to the kid
They told me I gotta keep doing what I'm doing, gotta keep making hits
Yeah, I told you, it is what it is
Bitch, you a lame, we not the same, I don't got [?]
Yeah, bitch I get to that cheese, quesadilla
Maison Margiela, I walked in the store and I painted my feet
Yeah, don't worry, you're still my senorita
You're the number one cheerleader, you're my eater, yeah
No, we not the same, we not no geek, I'm sipping Trissy
We're not real exact like you're my bizzy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
I just went and bought a crib, yeah, bitch, I'm done with apartments, yeah
Yes, I be rocking the Junya Watanabe, bitch, yeah, it sit on my cardigan
What is we doing today? I'm finna go take a Perc' in my back-backgardigans
This bitch already sucked on my pickle, you gotta catch up, no condiments
Bitch, I've been booted up, yeah, on the X every day, yeah, I don't know where the bottom is
Up at the top with a whole lotta guap and it's really no stopping it
Yeah, I'm on a whole fucking new level (New level)
Bitch 'bout to pull up on and ride on a bike, these bitches just learned how to bike pedal, yeah
Yeah, these kids is so corny, yeah, kettle (Corny)
I'm in the Virgil, I got a whole lot (Whole lot)
I gotta cop a lil' jet, yeah, so I got a whole lotta luggage
You not my twiz or my cuddy, yeah, you not my twin or my buddy
I got a whole lotta flawless baguettes on my wrist, yeah, [?], yeah
This skinny bitch got a mac 'n' cheese pussy, it sound like spaghetti
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
I just went and bought a crib, yeah, bitch, I'm done with apartments, yeah
Yes, I be rocking the Junya Watanabe, bitch, yeah, it sit on my cardigan
What is we doing today? I’m finna go take a Perc' in my back-backgardigans
This bitch already sucked on my pickle, you gotta catch up, no condiments
Bitch, I've been booted up, yeah, on the X every day, yeah, I don’t know where the bottom is
Up at the top with a whole lotta guap and it's really no stopping it
Yеah, I'm on a whole fucking new levеl (New level)
Bitch 'bout to pull up on and ride on a bike, these bitches just learned how to bike pedal, yeah
Yeah, these kids is so corny, yeah, kettle (Corny)
I'm in the Virgil, I got a whole lot (Whole lot)
I gotta cop a lil' jet, yeah, so I got a whole lotta luggage
You not my twiz or my cuddy, yeah, you not my twin or my buddy
I got a whole lotta flawless baguettes on my wrist, yeah, [?], yeah
This skinny bitch got a mac 'n' cheese pussy, it sound like spaghetti
[Verse]
Yeah, I’m finna tell you what’s going on right now, yeah
It's nine twenty-six AM
Yeah, I’m finna go back to sleep
Or I'm finna take me an X
Yeah, I can feel the boot up in my chest
Yeah, I ain't really fucking with rest
Yeah, bitch, I'ma fail every test
Yeah, brand new chain in Alyx
Yeah, ain’t been sober for some weeks
Yeah, Beni-bachi when I geek
I took her to Bossanova, finna beat
I'm finna walk in this bitch and they flooded my wrist, they don't gotta say shit to the kid
They told me I gotta keep doing what I'm doing, gotta keep making hits
Yeah, I told you, it is what it is
Bitch, you a lame, we not the same, I don't got [?]
Yeah, bitch I get to that cheese, quesadilla
Maison Margiela, I walked in the store and I painted my feet
Yeah, don't worry, you're still my senorita
You're the number one cheerleader, you're my eater, yeah
No, we not the same, we not no geek, I'm sipping Trissy
We're not real exact like you're my bizzy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I touched a hunnid bands, I touched a hunnid bands
I just went and bought a crib, yeah, bitch, I'm done with apartments, yeah
Yes, I be rocking the Junya Watanabe, bitch, yeah, it sit on my cardigan
What is we doing today? I'm finna go take a Perc' in my back-backgardigans
This bitch already sucked on my pickle, you gotta catch up, no condiments
Bitch, I've been booted up, yeah, on the X every day, yeah, I don't know where the bottom is
Up at the top with a whole lotta guap and it's really no stopping it
Yeah, I'm on a whole fucking new level (New level)
Bitch 'bout to pull up on and ride on a bike, these bitches just learned how to bike pedal, yeah
Yeah, these kids is so corny, yeah, kettle (Corny)
I'm in the Virgil, I got a whole lot (Whole lot)
I gotta cop a lil' jet, yeah, so I got a whole lotta luggage
You not my twiz or my cuddy, yeah, you not my twin or my buddy
I got a whole lotta flawless baguettes on my wrist, yeah, [?], yeah
This skinny bitch got a mac 'n' cheese pussy, it sound like spaghetti
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