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igotcuteankles – okay! كلمات اغاني

[intro]
okay, okay, okay
okay. okay, okay
okay, okay, okay
okay. okay, okay

[verse 1]
got money on your head imma get by my paycheck
ridin’ all that d_ck, man, i think you need a latex
keep the green on me, man, my pocket like the place wreck
ten b_tches on me and i never practice safe s_x
[chorus]
diamonds on my d_ck cause they wrapped around your b_tch neck
i don’t really talk but my gun like to chit chat
she wanna real man tell your b_tch that i can fix that
she got bomb p_ssy and i’m taking all the impact
i can cop the three diamonds frost [?] all my index
yeah, my money smurf, man, it’s blue like some windex
[?] if that’s [?] talkin’ three ex
don’t work a 9_5, man, i’m only all these quick checks
oh, you sucking off, man, you a leech or you a insect

[verse 2]
you say that’s your b_tch, man, i guess we gon’ share
i nut up in her eye make her vision impaired
and when she come over she gon’ jack like spear
i took her out back cause she like her meat rare
“oh, you got a big d_ck”, yeah, b_tch, i’m aware
just get up on your knees, lil b_tch, and say a prayer
man, stop with all that talking, you flip burgers, you a square
i’m all about my money, man, i’m even sellin’ air
“um, do you have a gun”, yeah, you know i keep the hammer
got a red dot pointed at you like a scanner
yeah, my money big and it runs like bruce banner
yeah, through the ‘net you h_lla gangster
talking all that sh_t but face to face it’s friendly banter
you claim that you a shooter but you more than ns cancer
(ridin’ d, lil b_tch!)
[chorus]
diamonds on my d_ck cause they wrapped around your b_tch neck
i don’t really talk but my gun like to chit chat
she wanna real man tell your b_tch that i can fix that
she got bomb p_ssy and i’m taking all the impact
i can cop the three diamonds frost [?] all my index
yeah, my money smurf man it’s blue like some windex
[?] if that’s [?] talkin’ three ex
don’t work a 9_5, man, i’m only all these quick checks
oh you sucking off, man, you a leech or you a insect

[verse 3]
man, two foam cups double stack with purple in it
talking all that sh_t but it get quiet when we spinnin’
put ten up in his chest like his name is ben spimmis
these hoes is on they knees like i made my own religion
man, take that shiesty off, you don’t got no opposition
even in the house, they not gon’ k!ll you in the kitchen
fast food gon’ k!ll you first, man, you eatin’ ammunition
man, you so f_ckin’ big, mcdonalds started a petition
you worried ’bout the opps, you need to worry ’bout nutrition
you think you can beat my ass, this ain’t no eating competition
every time you take a step, the floor turns into a musician
chasin’ [?] trucks, man, that’s your only repitition

[outro]
fat ass b_tch
suck my d_ck

- igotcuteankles

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