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Baby Cute, xxxmanera - mad
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Текст песни: They're blushing hard, mad shy
Bitches biting our hair nuh
No telling these bitches wawawawawhat's in my mind
No founding me, where im at, i'm como'd down
Sorry for my ego
As a kid i dreamed of vevo
Shine bright like a diamond fuck the glitter
Can't put down the cup with cola zero
Smoke big bb like dave blunts, bitch its not cigarette
We can spend our life like winners
Can only talk shit
We do no legal
Cant fuck w they're shit
They are terrible
(huh) bitch i got too many guns
And they shooting at same time
Seeing future and i design lil bitch like timmy timmy turner
Timmy timmy timmy turner
Fuck a bitch leave it burn
Hot!
Fuck a hater they gon end tired
Big pants like big business
I got some business that i know
And i dont wanna take a show
For all this bitches that dont know
That i dont kno
That i dont
We are not same type of person
We dont no asking no questions
Bust down my wrist
Bitch got purse
We no more angels
We cursed
Things strange
I dont need no more things change
Look on my wrist is like big ben
Hustle that shit from the real rage
Yeah
They're blushing hard, mad shy
Bitches biting our hair nuh
No telling these bitches wawawawawhat's in my mind
No founding me, where im at, i'm como'd down
Bitches biting our hair nuh
No telling these bitches wawawawawhat's in my mind
No founding me, where im at, i'm como'd down
Sorry for my ego
As a kid i dreamed of vevo
Shine bright like a diamond fuck the glitter
Can't put down the cup with cola zero
Smoke big bb like dave blunts, bitch its not cigarette
We can spend our life like winners
Can only talk shit
We do no legal
Cant fuck w they're shit
They are terrible
(huh) bitch i got too many guns
And they shooting at same time
Seeing future and i design lil bitch like timmy timmy turner
Timmy timmy timmy turner
Fuck a bitch leave it burn
Hot!
Fuck a hater they gon end tired
Big pants like big business
I got some business that i know
And i dont wanna take a show
For all this bitches that dont know
That i dont kno
That i dont
We are not same type of person
We dont no asking no questions
Bust down my wrist
Bitch got purse
We no more angels
We cursed
Things strange
I dont need no more things change
Look on my wrist is like big ben
Hustle that shit from the real rage
Yeah
They're blushing hard, mad shy
Bitches biting our hair nuh
No telling these bitches wawawawawhat's in my mind
No founding me, where im at, i'm como'd down
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