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Look out, Veno
This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And, I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm
Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain, no Cuban links
I got power wit' this .50 Glock, make you take off all your Cuban links
Jump out, pop out, let off shots, I don't usually think, nah, nah
This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And, I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm
Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain, no Cuban links
I got power wit' this .50 Glock, make you take off all your Cuban links
Jump out, pop out, let off shots, I don't usually think, nah, nah
Barely know her but she think that I'll buy her anything, hell nah
Bend her over, I see what her tail 'bout, and I speed up
Domestic, you think I treat her the way that pussy get beat up
Dance around like Raven (Huh), you my cheetah
Like when I let her stay in, oh
She can kick her feet up
Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin', she's a 30 popper
Caught up surfin', I know how to work it, we gon' murder 'bout it
I'm a problem, I got plenty bodies and they know about it
What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body make me show you 'bout it
Ooh, blood on my shoes
Bend her over, I see what her tail 'bout, and I speed up
Domestic, you think I treat her the way that pussy get beat up
Dance around like Raven (Huh), you my cheetah
Like when I let her stay in, oh
She can kick her feet up
Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin', she's a 30 popper
Caught up surfin', I know how to work it, we gon' murder 'bout it
I'm a problem, I got plenty bodies and they know about it
What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body make me show you 'bout it
Ooh, blood on my shoes
Just be cool, I say, "This might make the news"
You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth, oh, mm
Enjoyin' this money, kick back, build a patio on top the roof
No "Pat-a-Cake," I'm Babe Ruth, hittin' it for the home run
Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm paid too, and you know I own somethin'
Richard Mill' around your arm do all stuntin' on these hoes
Four, three coupes, I been the truth for who ain't know, be cool
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And, I got on Jimmy Choo
You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth, oh, mm
Enjoyin' this money, kick back, build a patio on top the roof
No "Pat-a-Cake," I'm Babe Ruth, hittin' it for the home run
Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm paid too, and you know I own somethin'
Richard Mill' around your arm do all stuntin' on these hoes
Four, three coupes, I been the truth for who ain't know, be cool
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And, I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm
Tsunami, got her wet, typhoon
I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe
Want your friend and sister too
I'm a Mac, go check computers
For them stats, it gon' get ruthless
Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em
Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it
Tsunami, got her wet, typhoon
I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe
Want your friend and sister too
I'm a Mac, go check computers
For them stats, it gon' get ruthless
Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em
Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it
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