D— D— D— DJ FMCT
DJ Bandz, oh, man
She said it’s yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure-for sure
My young n#gg#s blitzin’, my opps went missin’
Way up, no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin’
Before they took my style, my style was different
She throw that #ss around, it twirl, it jiggle
When all the girls go down (Go down, stay down)
I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel
Do you know what I paid for these chains? Why would I mad if you stare at ’em?
We don’t do Murciélagos, never dress like a mannequin
Balenciaga cargo, stay in the cut like some bandages
I bought my b#tches new #ss and t#tt#es
He mad, keep pushin’, he reach, Steve Nash
That n#gg#
Car keys to my city, they don’t get it
I’m a dog like “grr” from the X, my n#gg#, look
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