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txl - fine wine lyrics

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up in the club i’m goin’ bazurk
throwin’ that cash she puttin’ in work
she look at me and he put on a smirk (whaaat)
blessin’ the bottle its fine wine
brain goin’ crazy its einstein
on the red carpets the lights shine (lights shine)

i really just hit the digital dash (brr)
there ain’t no need to dine and dash
she look at my diamonds water splash (score)
flex on them haters i get the bag
shout out to migos i hit the dab
thera ain’t no need to brag!

i tell the baddy to hop in the jag
makin’ them hit records up in the lab!

i tell the baddy to hop in the cab (wooh)
makin’ them hit records up in the lab (yuh)
im the real one writing these lyrics
sh-t is so rare call it pyroglyphics
turnt in the big body call it physics (skrrrt)

this fame sh-t crazy
cameras flashing make me hazy
your diamonds look fugazy

you really need to go get your bread up
no doubt about it i’m about to blow up (blow up, yuh)

flex on them haters i get the bag
shout out to migos i hit the dab
thera ain’t no need to brag!

i tell the baddy to hop in the jag
makin’ them hit records up in the lab!

tmz gotta stop takin pics
doin donuts in the “6” (skrrrt)

trynna get dabbed up better line up
my baby suckin me up
my paper pilin up, pull up on you better have some back up (chi ching)
yeah…

up in the club i’m goin’ bazurk
throwin’ that cash she puttin’ in work
she look at me and she put on a smirk (whaaat)
blessin’ the bottle its fine wine
brain goin’ crazy its einstein
on the red carpets the lights shine (lights shine)

i really just hit the digital dash (brr)
there ain’t no need to dine and dash
she look at my diamonds water splash (score)
flex on them haters i get the bag
shout out to migos i hit the dab
thera ain’t no need to brag!

i tell the baddy to hop in the jag
makin’ them hit records up in the lab!

i tell the baddy to hop in the cab (wooh)
makin’ them hit records up in the lab (yuh)
im the real one writing these lyrics
sh-t is so rare call it pyroglyphics
turnt in the big body call it physics (skrrrt)

this fame sh-t crazy
cameras flashing make me hazy
your diamonds look fugazy

you really need to go get your bread up
no doubt about it i’m about to blow up (blow up, yuh)

flex on them haters i get the bag
shout out to migos i hit the dab
thera ain’t no need to brag!

i tell the baddy to hop in the jag
makin’ them hit records up in the lab!

tmz gotta stop takin pics
doin donuts in the “6” (skrrrt)

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