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[hook]
dingers, tinted, they can’t see who’s in it
hit the block and we spin it, spin it, spin it
c+ck it, cl!ck it, i’m with bro and he with it
blam that yute or we ching it, ching it, ching it
louis bag she come kitted, tight jeans i don’t know how she fit it
if the b+tch bad we can kick it, kick it, kick it
she finna pay for the ticket, told her back it up and she didn’t
whine your waist, you so gifted, gifted, gifted

[verse 1]
bro said no tools in the ride, i can’t lie, i still bring it
screw the driver, phillips
fly out the ride, drill it
vroom, skid it, broom, quidditch
they can’t find where we hid it
we don’t claim the work but we did it
bad b, text me, yo s+xy, have you eaten?
taste my meat but she vegan
penthouse suite with a sweet ting
told me, choke her, i don’t know how she’s still breathing
don’t mention love, what’s the meaning?
i bust my nut then i’m leaving

[hook]
dingers, tinted, they can’t see who’s in it
hit the block and we spin it, spin it, spin it
c+ck it, cl!ck it, i’m with bro and he with it
blam that yute or we ching it, ching it, ching it
louis bag she come kitted, tight jeans i don’t know how she fit it
if the b+tch bad we can kick it, kick it, kick it
she finna pay for the ticket, told her back it up and she didn’t
whine your waist, you so gifted, gifted, gifted
[verse 2]
in the mirror applying her make+up, putting on lip gloss
whining her waist up,she play me or she dance on tik tok
nails her done up, pum pum turn up
back then i was punching but i hit when i come up
went on a glide with bro, would’ve been cool if i went there one up
wish i was there when shh got done up
no tan, got his skin bun up
mayday, mayday, brown one called nae nae
tick like her boyfriend day date
give her d+ck then vacate

[hook]
dingers, tinted, they can’t see who’s in it
hit the block and we spin it, spin it, spin it
c+ck it, cl!ck it, i’m with bro and he with it
blam that yute or we ching it, ching it, ching it
louis bag she come kitted, tight jeans i don’t know how she fit it
if the b+tch bad we can kick it, kick it, kick it
she finna pay for the ticket, told her back it up and she didn’t
whine your waist, you so gifted, gifted, gifted



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