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Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Baby, hit that back and burp Then pour a four of purp' You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, it's a blicky We roll up, we roll up sticky The other bitches, they be shifty I pay for my shit, ain't shit free Take some time (Hee, hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I break that spine Roll that dice No covers, sex on ice (Yeah, yeah) Ain't no lock and key Just beep, beep, beep up in my Jeep Baby, take off the belt of the seat Letras de cancionesTouch-free, I brought somе ones Shawty have fun with funds Tongue out on camеra Stretchin' out that Saint Laurent She brought two friends, twin-twins Casamigos 'quila Fucked up off that liquor Baby, hit that back and burp Then pour a four of purp' You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, it's a blicky We roll up, we roll up sticky The other bitches, they be shifty I pay for my shit, ain't shit free Take some time (Hee, hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I break that spine Toolie in that Birkin (Birkin) You and me, I got you, that's for certain We split a G6, it feel like surfin' (Surfin') Talkin' to that big guy, trying to wash out my sins (Wash out my sins) She was massaging me (Me), catered to a G (G) I don't got to tell her about her body, she already got a physique (Physique) Left from Croatia and landed in Greece (Greece) I took her heart off her sleeve (Sleeve) Love how you keep it a hundred, and that's really all that I need (That's all that I need, need) I'm a big dog, and she on my turf I just hope you know your worth Baby, hit that back and burp Baby, hit that back and burp Then pour a four of purp' You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, it's a blicky We roll up, we roll up sticky The other bitches, they be shifty I pay for my shit, ain't shit free Take some time (Hee, hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I break that spine (Lil Uzi) Huh, I know how I get (Yeah) I'ma break your spine, next spot, I'm gon' break your ribs (Break your ribs, ayy) Uh (Yeah), you know how I live (Yeah), so just cool out, baby (Cool out, baby) I was born up in the nineties (Ayy), swag came from the eighties (Yeah, Lil Uzi) I was sweatin' (Ayy), she on fire, we hot like it's Haiti (Ayy) And you know I stay with bands on me like my name Katie (What?) So much smoke coming out my blunt, it looked like I was vaping (Yeah) I can't share none of my drugs (Ayy), know that I'm gon' face it (Yeah) Any problem that I have, you know I'm gon' face it (Yeah) Pop a Perky, Perc' in lean, and I barely taste it Baby, hit that back and burp (Yeah) Then pour a four of purp' (Lil Uzi) You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, it's a blicky We roll up, we roll up sticky The other bitches, they be shifty I pay for my shit, ain't shit free Take some time (Hee, hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I break that spine From Letras Mania