Roo Doo

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    She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business
    Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my Spinach
    Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness
    Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, aye!
    And I'm hot for Quiche, so I'm after money
    Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's
    And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny
    (Ayy, what? Sorry but umm)

    Getting all this money
    So I might just change name to something punny
    Probably baby with the money, put it on my name
    Like why you tryna ball with me, I created this game
    I'm sinkin' three's from half court
    While I'm wearing a 40 pound chain
    Out in china, getting couple bags
    I feel like Santa, lemme check the tag
    And thotties on my mind, I'm at the stake
    Blame it on the lag, I see you're dying from the vape
    You call me goat for your escape
    I'm dripping so much, made a lake
    Betty Crocker how I whip my wrist, I made a cake
    How I wish I really had my fits, a Bathing Ape
    Baby flowing crazy like linguist, Bolognese
    Pull up on, I'll pop you like a zit, Johnny Cage
    Blood clot, big thot, I ain't fazed, yea
    Two wrists, big nerf, do not play, yea
    Don't trip, New Balance, purple with the Suede, yuh
    Yo baby like what you even sayin'?

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    She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business
    Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my Spinach
    Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness
    Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, aye!
    And I'm hot for Quiche, so I'm after money
    Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's
    And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny
    (Ayy, what? Sorry but umm)

    Big bag, hit a nice store, fuck a price tag
    Tick tock, check my wrist walk, check the ice age
    Duck cops, scope a 12 Gauge, that's a head shot
    Jump pad, now I'm on top, do you aim bot?
    Where we gonna drop? (drop)
    Tilted got me locked (locked)
    I'm flaming all these scrubby players on my desktop (yeah)
    I'm sick and tired of thots, they don't know when to stop
    Won't she ever stop? (pew, pew, pew, pew)
    Couple haters calling, and I do not wanna talk
    She tryna pipe it up on me, but you know I gotta walk
    Enamel on my teeth and yeah of course I brush my teeth
    And then I heard you want some beef, so I'ma chomp you up like meat
    And I know I got the key because your girlies on her knee
    She be like praying up to me askin' me how'd I make it g
    Sip a little tea, I'd rather work it with some speed
    My money growin' on a tree, this baby don't do it for free

    She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business
    Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my Spinach
    Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness
    Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, aye!
    And I'm hot for Quiche, so I'm after money
    Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's
    And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny
    (Ayy, what? Sorry but umm)

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    Composición: Garrett Hartnell

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