picasso – hula hoop lyrics
[chorus]
the cash coming ’round like a hula hoop (it’s coming in)
goons ridin’ wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr it)
the gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!)
come and place ya order, imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you)
i got a bad b+tch, look like nunu (look like nunu, ooh!)
imma make her scream, then i send her back to you (ooh!)
i’m servin’ fiends all up in the boogaloo (boogaloo!)
got them baby bottles n+gga goo goo goo
[verse 1]
i got them baby bottles like a newborn
them versace’s on my feet…first time+worn
i’m jumping dead fresh like a tombstone
exotic in my lungs, and it got my mind blown
i ain’t stamp you then you not a real one
your partnеr hate ya progress and i hope you feel dumb
duct tapе a brick, put it in the fender
lord, please forgive me, i know i’m a sinner
and i’ll k!ll a fed cold blood december
and i’m gettin’ rich like a f+ckin’ jenner
you p+ssy n+ggas might wanna change gender
she say i’m the man and i ain’t argue wit’ her!
[chorus]
the cash coming ’round like a hula hoop (it’s coming in)
goons ridin’ wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr!)
the gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!)
come and place ya order, imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you)
i got a bad b+tch, look like nunu (look like nunu, ooh!)
imma make her scream, then i send her back to you (ooh!)
i’m servin’ fiends all up in the boogaloo (in the boogaloo!)
got them baby bottles n+gga goo goo goo
[verse 2]
i say i got plans, imma f+ck ya sister
then i smoked a pound, on my f+ckin triller
stack it to the ceiling, then i get some more
dope residue seepin’ out my pores
i heard 12 was lookin’ and i did da race
i hope u not lurkin’ get shot in the face
i got your b+tch twerkin’ to the f+ckin base
if i call you brother, your my f+ckin’ ace
i told her i’m finished, and i need my sp+ce
all this d+mn money, imma need a rake
i finessed him for a 50, and he took the bait
16 for the bag that’s the goin’ rate
[chorus]
the cash coming ’round like a hula hoop (it’s coming in)
goons ridin’ wit me, they gon shoot it, shoot at u (brr it)
the gas different flavors like sum fruit loops (fruit loops, exotic!)
come and place ya order, imma get it straight to you (imma get it straight to you)
i got a bad b+tch, look like nunu (look like nunu, ooh!)
imma make her scream, then i send her back to you (ooh!)
i’m servin’ fiends all up in the boogaloo (boogaloo!)
got them baby bottles n+gga goo goo goo
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