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• Artiste: TiaCorine
• Titre: Olive
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BNYX Came from the pit like olive Now a nigga chicken in the tikka masala [?] paid for the parlor [?] baseball bat to the collarbone Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold And that bitch ass nigga remind me of- Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs And I ate and I'm paid, I don't need no hugs Frankly frank, I don't need no dub Real ass nigga when they see me fuck Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug Don't be scared, dont see me run, yeah, I ball, nigga can't CB4 Look in the mirror and I see C4 Gotta pop them pills, gotta hide the coke Gotta wear cargo, [?] bitch 'bout to eat me up Look at me stuck in the middle of the aquarium I'm a solar flare, gotta heat me up Blowing on bagpipe like she Scottish Don't need Scotty to bеam me up Nigga need a bypass Bitch took all my heart, and she ain't еven read me up Tip toes She cannot reach me Blonde little bitch Pushing buttons, Dee Dee Ride thru yo city, yo aunt show me titty This shit getting gritty, yo pussy too teeny My shit be too fat, it don't fit in bikini I fold a ho up like some bread, it's panini Yo nigga a weenie He think that shit hard and I think that shit easy Get busy You cop what I cop but don't make you my twizzy She make it pop, soda, fizzy She got a dump with that truck, Lizzy Money be flipping, it make a ho dizzy She finna cry when she see me, no kizzy I know it's deeper than water, you fishy You wanna fuck with the gang but that's iffy Bitch I got bread, I got cake, jiffy [?] like to get rugged and risky Nigga on the ground for the crab leg mickeys Ain't 'bout cash flow, dollar sign, that's where you missed me Shoot the whole clip Ain't hefty, it's empty Rollin' with Tia, she pretty impala I pop at his head, he don't pop no collar Won't get no sleep, yeah, that's my motto Gettin' dollar after dollar after dollar after dollar Came from the pit like olive Now a nigga chicken in the tikka masala [?] paid for the parlor [?] baseball bat to the collarbone Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold And that bitch ass nigga remind me of- Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs And I ate and I'm paid, I don't need no hugs Frankly frank, I don't need no dub Real ass nigga when they see me fuck Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug