MANNEQUIN (feat. xaviersobased)

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    Go
    Go, go go, go, go, go, go

    (Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go)
    (Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (uh-huh)
    And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
    I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
    Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer)
    She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
    She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit)
    I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)

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    Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (yeah, yeah)
    Bitch, I love your racks, love your double Ds (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
    Twenty-four hoes just like Kobe (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
    And I'm courtside with my nosebleeding
    I don't want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll
    I don't want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog
    I don't tell them: RIP, I tell them: RIB, dawg (yeah, I tell 'em: RIB)
    YSL jeans backwards, Kris Kross

    Tell a– Tell a bitch: Sit criss-cross (hrrd)
    Yeah, I'm itchin', gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (hrrd)
    Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone (hrrd, uh-huh)
    Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, hey (hrrd)
    I'm so fresh like a well-kept lawn (hrrd)
    She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (hrrd)
    Yeah, I'm steppin' so don't get stepped on
    Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
    Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (hrrd)
    Keep it real, I hate getting led on (hrrd)
    Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (hrrd)
    Stand my ground, I ain't getting picked on (hrrd)

    (Yeah, go)
    They should put me on a magazine (go, go, go, hrrd)
    They should put me on a magazine (uh-huh, hrrd)
    And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, hrrd)
    I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
    Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer)
    She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
    She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit)
    I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)

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