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Alicia Keys

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Alicia Keys Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY) Yea
Ye, Ye, Ye
Like cmon' man (woo)
Bop

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent we ain't rockin' that Fendi
You flexin' that car on the gram but it's rented
Big black truck and you know that shit a HEMI
I just rocked out a lil' show like I'm Hendrix
He talkin' hot till' bro pull out the semi
Wrist too cold yea it be froze like December
I'm wit' my glimes yea my lion's like Simba
The codeine lil' bitch we ain't sippin' that henny
I'm with the snakes yea them slimes they be hissin'
Fuckеd when I met her you ain't еven hit it
Takin' too long yea my plug got me trippin'
I'm with the soldiers and we on a mission (Yea, go)
I'm never sober these drugs got me spinning
So much money man it look like we print it (Pfft, bee)
So much muddy my cup look like it shitted
Shit ain't funny can't believe that I'm living

[Verse 1]
White cup purple in it like Frieza
Bad hoe break her back now she screamin'
Alicia Keys turn that ho to a singer
Dirty soda we ain't sip Aquafina
Pink in the cup it looks like it's Easter
Push start we gon' push out the meter
Push start Imma' push we won't see ya'
Pulled out the racks and it made that ho freeze up
Pulled out the gat and it made that boy freeze up
Stealin' my swag man I should've been a teacher
Bought her a bag cause that ho is a eater
We in that foreign run fast like a cheetah
Car got endurance I'm swervin' n' weavin'
We slime that boy and then leave his ass pleadin'
Rollin' this dope man I turn to a chiefer
Number Nine we is not rockin' Evisu
Slime his ass cause we know that boy is see through
My bitch she say that she horny bitch me too
You don't get money boy I'd hate to be you
I'm in the function kick shit like I'm Ryu
New drugs came in yea it's real nice to meet you
Bad ho came in and she slurp it like miso
Geeked everyday and I swear that it's too true
Brrep Brrep
[Verse 2]
You rockin' Gucci I'm rockin' Chanel we the opposite (Huh?)
Ask if I'm Gucci I'm high off the drugs yea I'm off of it (Lean, brrep, huh?)
Play wit' her coochie' then tell that ho get up on top of me (Get up, yea, huh?)
We made a movie I swear to God it ain't no toppin' it

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent we ain't rockin' that Fendi
You flexin' that car on the gram but it's rented
Big black truck and you know that shit a HEMI
I just rocked out a lil' show like I'm Hendrix
He talkin' hot till' bro pull out the semi
Wrist too cold yea it be froze like December
I'm wit' my glimes yea my lion's like Simba
The codeine lil' bitch we ain't sippin' that henny
I'm with the snakes yea them slimes they be hissin'
Fucked when I met her you ain't even hit it
Takin' too long yea my plug got me trippin'
I'm with the soldiers and we on a mission (Yea, go)
I'm never sober these drugs got me spinning
So much money man it look like we print it (Pfft, bee)
So much muddy my cup look like it shitted
Shit ain't funny can't believe that I'm living (Brrep, brrep)

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