Lyrics

Bitch you got blood on my Nike-Tech, now you gon' pay I'm in bed with your bae, (sintrx on the track) Jab you like I'm motherfucking British, mate Flip you like a pancake Bitch came thru with some drugs I roll it all and fade away Now my money talk to me, be my- to me- be my My head spinnin' Off a couple of pills I'ma run me some bills I'ma rob me some bands (Money talk to me, be my- to me- be my) My head spinnin' Off a couple of pills I'ma run me some bills I'ma rob me some bands (sintrix on the track) Stab you like I'm British mate, got that A-A-A-AK Yeah I ain't no Soulja Boy but I'm robbin' at eight I'm gonna stab you like you are a British mate Roll up to the function with a Hello Kitty blade Make ad-libs, yeah make ad-libs I'm gonna live how I wanna live Pray right to God but I'm still committing sins Like I'm British mate, rest in peace to Queen Elizabeth (sintrx on the track) Jab you like I'm motherfucking British mate Flip you like a pancake Bitch came thru with some drugs I roll it all and fade away Now my money talk to me, be my- to me- be my
Writer(s): Carter De Filippis, Logan Fishman, Al Rhakeem Guludah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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