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cuban doll - oh wow lyrics

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[intro]
thrax productions

[chorus: trippie redd]
uh
all this ice up on my body look like glitter, b-tch
yeah, let’s have a cookout, cook some ribs and some
big boolin’ in the back, you know i’m bickin’ it
yeah, top down p-ssy blow your wig and sh-t
i’m a tr666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
you don’t want it, b-tch, you can come and get it
i’m a savage, i make some split decisions
i shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
i spit wisdom and get that much as vision
you spit bird sh-t with the mind of a pigeon
that’s why your money the size of a midget
i told my b-tch to hop on my d-ck and move around like a fidget

[post-chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah
oh wow, oh wow, oh my god
yeah, oh wow, oh wow
oh wow, oh wow
oh my god, oh my god, b-tch
oh wow, oh my god, b-tch
oh wow, oh, oh

[verse: cuban doll]
he slept in that p-ssy, had him screamin’, “oh my god, b-tch”
no, i’m not an amateur, yeah, i know how to ride d-ck
you f-ckin’ with a dime b-tch, not a basic side chick
whoever make deposits, that’s who i’ma slide with
for the porsche it’s two-seater, ferraris and garages
and my-and my thighs thick, i deserve some diamonds
he ready to cuff me, wedding dress like dennis rodman
b-tch, i need an audemar, you gotta put the time in
got the whole gang with me, i feel like verizon
cartier frames, ayy, just to rest my eyes in
b-tches signed the wrong deal, now they-now they cryin’
i just move in silence, and that was perfect timing, b-tch

[chorus: trippie redd]
uh
all this ice up on my body look like glitter, b-tch
yeah, let’s have a cookout, cook some ribs and some
big boolin’ in the back, you know i’m bickin’ it
yeah, top down p-ssy blow your wig and sh-t
i’m a tr666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
you don’t want it, b-tch, you can come and get it
i’m a savage, i make some split decisions
i shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
i spit wisdom and get that much as vision
you spit bird sh-t with the mind of a pigeon
that’s why your money the size of a midget
i told my b-tch to hop on my d-ck and move around like a fidget

[post-chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah
oh wow, oh wow, oh my god
yeah, oh wow, oh wow
oh wow, oh wow
oh my god, oh my god, b-tch
oh wow, oh my god, b-tch
oh wow, oh, oh



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