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Paroles de la chanson No Discussion par Comethazine

Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Bitch, I go coo-koo, I go dummy
Lean up in my tummy
Aye
Lean up in my tummy
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
Orale Wyt
Danny, I see you!
Yeah, aye, aye

I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!)
Lean up in my tummy (tummy!)
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion
I go coo-koo, I go dummy
Lean up in my tummy
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion

Niggas broke, they can't buy shit
These niggas ballin' on a budget, yeah
She just sucked my dick, then looked at me, and said she loved it, yeah
I just fucked up sixty fucking racks for the fuck of it
Boy, stop sending links to your tracks, I don't fuck with it
Bitch don't even look like her snaps, undercover bitch
No bitch, I do not wanna chat, or take your number bitch
Say, bitch is you gon' throw that neck, are you with the shits
A hunnid' shots bussin' out this tech, watch it rip your shit

I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!)
Lean up in my tummy (tummy!)
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion
I go coo-koo, I go dummy
Lean up in my tummy
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my-and my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion
I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!)
Lean up in my tummy (tummy!)
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion
I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!)
Lean up in my tummy (tummy!)
Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money
And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven
Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion

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