2BADGYALZ

Bree Runway

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    Uh
    Yeah

    Two bad gyals in a car
    Whippin' that push-to-start
    Foot on the gas
    Know this shit go hard
    Pass me a shot, no smoke
    Only the body gives coke
    Stars in the roof, RR
    But they can't outshine me, nah

    Gas, check, hunnids, check
    Gettin' these checks, the fuck you gon' check?
    Damn, check, glistening, check
    Everything, check, so tell me what's next
    Gas, check, hunnids, check
    Gettin' these checks, the fuck you gon' check?
    Damn, check, glistening, check
    Everything, check, so tell me what's—

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    Two bad gyals in a car
    If she a baddie, you can tell her to come too
    Me and my bitches, yeah, we're hotter than Cancún
    In any condition, we can get it, no Cantu
    Gucci, Tom Ford, uh, the bamboos
    Got bitches stomach up in knots like Bantus
    Roberto Cavalli just to wrap my pum-pum
    You know I'm the shit, you know how I do, do, check

    Gas, check, hunnids, check
    Gettin' these checks, the fuck you gon' check?
    Damn, check, glistening, check
    Everything, check, so tell me what's next
    Gas, check, hunnids, check
    Gettin' these checks, the fuck you gon' check?
    Damn, check, glistening, check
    Everything, check, so tell me what's—

    Gas, gas, gas, gas, check
    Gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, check, check
    Damn, damn, damn, damn, check
    Everything, everything, everything, everything, check, check
    Gas, gas, gas, gas, uh
    Gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these, gettin' these
    Damn, damn, damn, damn
    Everything, everything, everything, everything, check

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    Composition: Bree Runway

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