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coley steez, smokey j, pattee cake - burberry scarf lyrics

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(man i’m finna’ whip this hoe)

(coley st++z)
homie only 16 and he blowing up
that iced out rollie and i’m going up
burberry scarf on my neck
up next i’m on deck
f+ckin’ up on yo ex
got too much to flex
not too much to do
but i got a lot to say
i’ll be spittin’ all day
got some bands in my bag
got santa on my sleigh
got some zig in my zag
pop a shot like i’m klay

(smokey j)
aye, i wish my legal name was smokey j
if you don’t know how to play
then i’ll pop you in your face
my parent ain’t a lawyer but i know that’s the case
coming second in a lap but i’m first in the race
homie only 16 and he blowing up
that iced out rollie and i’m going up
burberry scarf on my neck
match the pitch im on deck
50 mil’ on my checks
ladies say i’m prince fresh
(pattee cake)
pattee cake on the track… f+ck smokey j
only rock the patek… no rollie aye
with the side piece… she my lil bae
she got the fatty… straight from the bakeray
made a rack in a week… ten toes deep
don’t mess wit’ klay, only ray ray

(st++z)
homie only 16 and he blowing up
that iced out rollie and i’m going up
burberry scarf on my neck
up next i’m on deck
f+ckin’ up on yo’ ex
got too much to flex
not too much to do
but i got a lot to say
i’ll be spittin’ all day
got some bands in my bag
got santa on my sleigh
got some zig in my zag
pop a shot like i’m klay

(smokey j)
hit a shot like i’m klay
doing flips of the c+n+l
wasn’t born in the bay
sent her down a flight of stairs
meant to not ruin her day
converse clean red and i feel like spiderman
got her d+mn, look away sing a song, piano man
that’s a thief, call her back, let her know don’t give a d+mn
homie only 16 and he blowing up
that iced out rollie and i’m going up
burberry scarf on my neck
can’t tonight i’ll rain check
(coley st++z)
started rapping on for a tall bag
freshman xxl mag
roof down on my new jag’
jaguar sport truck
got the church clothes on
pray to jesus
got the shirt tuck
dropping bars like i am drizzy
make your b+tch dizzy
make your b+tch crazy
drive through the fog
my windshield so hazy
pull up to old farm
we comin’ from gerald
you sippin’ fugazy
i came from the slums
i came from the dirt
rap like lil durk
v+lone on my shirt
alone pop a perc’
in the stu’ put in work
i stay on my grind
i don’t waste my time
features blowing up and he going crazy
homie only 16 and he going brazy
homie only 16 and he blowing up
got the burberry scarf catch me blowing up
(pattee cake)
pattee cake with the bounce back
got the money coming in, nonstop racks
mac 10 on my waistband, always stay strapped
sub zero, ice on my wrist
tyler herro
strike 3 like masahiro
but they call me tanaka
got that mink and they call me chewbacca
from the snow, dome fuji
you can’t fool me
48k jewelry



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