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ferrarirocher - hoho's lyrics

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[chorus]
what you said?
you talking out your neck again
that’s my slime
that’s my nickelodeon
be with billy mandy
got ties with the reaper grimm
what you said
no, you know i am not listening

[verse 1: shamedaisy]
run it up, run it up, uh
got a bad b-tch in my, uh
got a lil’ frost on my arm
money called, huh
what you said? huh
can not hear you
i am way too high, no clear view
can not hear you
can not feel you, huh

[verse 2: bitti hunni]
bitty honey kinda nutty
get this money i just spend it
tryna pick a fight you funny
pull the plug and now you deaded
just stick to the method
bad b-tch in attendance
bullsh-t, you pretending
never get offended
get rich as intended
cashflow get extended
this sh-t never ending
just keeps getting better
you never expect it
my gushy gummy, juicy booty
turn your n-gga to a groupie
he acting funny, acting stupid
got your man real zooted
got him dreaming real lucid
body moving real fluid
he loving the way that i do it
look back at it just to review it
do anything just to pursue it
you should have known there were no feelings included

[chorus]
what you said?
you talking out your neck again
that’s my slime
that’s my nickelodeon
be with billy mandy
got ties with the reaper grimm
what you said
no you know i am not listening

[verse 3: carmenza]
you talking real crazy
out of your neck
don’t call me a baby
you a creep in the night
you don’t phase me
i’m too wavy, the hustle is daily
i’m animated, real semi sematic
double cross me, lil b-tch looking tragic
grimm reaper’s run it up, causing havoc
make you disappear, call it magic
ferrari, afro blowing in the coup
don’t give a f-ck about you
super saiyan on a ho, goku
my heart and spirit, real true
brujería, yeah i come for you
you ain’t got no clue
shorties pull up, pull through
ferrari

[outro]
pull up, pull up with the f-cking glock
b-tch now get on your, what
you ain’t got no clock
you ain’t got no respect for time
you ain’t got nothing on my dime
smoke you out, n-gga getting high
what?
ferrari

what?



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