Liplock Ft. Tymn
Yan P
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F*ck your songs, I bump my own shit Car go fast, I rent my own whip Sip my lean till I can’t focus Smoke my weed till I feel dope bitch Come get this dick my Gochu Swear my lip don’t lock Swear I flip that rock I got that Draco bang my block Walk up with the flock, they pop in Blue bands on my head Black flame make me sweat White gold on my neck My God keep me blessed Yeah hold up Who the f*ck is these bitches One’s with all the zero’s They ain’t fucking with these digits Roll up Smoking sweet swishers I ain’t fucking with the backwoods I think I’m too different That tool hittin Cock back aim with the new vision Laid back kick it with the juice sipping That gold link She money dance F*ck two stepping F*ck bad bitch on sight Run this shit for life Iceman with the sprite Jumpman with the flight I got that Bet that money go pop Bet shorty gon hit that top I drop that Bet that party don’t stop Bad tripping with the Van Gogh blot I drop that Bet I go bang that block Bet I cut that line just to save your spot Bet I go whip that pot Bet I cut that brick just to flip that rock I’m gone Yea Bitch I’m gone Off the juice With the Henny and Patron Tell that bitch that I be gone Yea Yea, I been gone For the night Got me fucking up my life It ain’t right Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada We smoking on that designer Hit that bitch, with your daughter Got that white girl, like Madonna Get that zip, f*ck up a comma She droppin it for them dollas Get the pack and flip flop She grip it and lip lock Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada We smoking on that designer Hit that bitch, with your daughter Got that white girl, like Madonna Get that zip, f*ck up a comma She droppin it for them dollas Get the pack and flip flop She grip it and lip lock I’m gone Okay, Stop the talking Bitch you know I’m off it all Got them, pouring up All my motions moving slow Too gone, can’t feel my soul Can’t walk, I’m in the zone She banging all on my phone 10 bitches, I’m all alone Six 40’s flooded, she’s horny You Ja bronie, I’m master of tones Im rising and taking over Don’t get smoked They love the drip cause it’s foreign Finesse it, when on the song I hit it and flip flop She grip it and lip lock I’m gone Yea Bitch I’m gone Off the juice With the Henny and Patron Tell that bitch that I be gone Yea Yea, I been gone For the night Got me fucking up my life It ain’t right Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada We smoking on that designer Hit that bitch, with your daughter Got that white girl, like Madonna Get that zip, f*ck up a comma She droppin it for them dollas Get the pack and flip flop She grip it and lip lock Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada We smoking on that designer Hit that bitch, with your daughter Got that white girl, like Madonna Get that zip, f*ck up a comma She droppin it for them dollas Get the pack and flip flop She grip it and lip lock I’m gone
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Written by: Pouyan Hekmatshoar, Timothy Choe
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