Confetti (feat. iLovePeso)

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Yung Ruington

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Bitch, up in it, I want them windows tinted (Uh huh)
Hundred bands up hundred bands down anyway I'm gone get it (Get it)
They, ain't ready (Ready)
Blasting some Tom Petty (Petty)
Waking up I'm giddy she had me busting like confetti (Confetti)
And If I get them bands when I get them bands Ima spend them bands on anything
On all the fam and all the friends that stayed around through petty things
No not on cars no dreamy dates I ain't ever craved promethazine
Spend the bands on real estate not shiny rings and ketamine

I got the sauce on your bitch
I got the sauce and the drip (Wet)
I do not talk to the bitch unless choking the bitch while she jumping up all on my dick (Urrgh)
I do not give a f*ck about nothin' my brodie he ride around with the stick (Graa)
ILovePeso in this bitch, loving myself cause niggas switch

Trap on the drum, want the light? go get it
Gotta lift the funds what I wear so fitted
Had It with the broads, booty up forget it
Boutta beat the odds, bitch I ain't self centered
Don't need applause to get the windows tinted
She want me in raw, naw that is forbidden
Hit it with me bitch, come bring your kid in
Aint even mine that ain't my linens
Catch the way I walk with a paystub
Dippin' it where she talk her face numb
Money up I don't want no relations
Tell you what honey I'm gone no patience
All my girls be Haitian, Jamaican
Ate some fung I'm straight to the matrix
Just too hung, don't pair with you basics
Loaded gun it shoots like eight clips
All they do is hate me and mine
I got the crew and I'm boutta to shine up
Move around through Carolina
Where will I go? F*ck if I know
Sell a tape it may be vinyl
Always horny just like a Rhino
Shiny shiny naw this aint Ivory
View the Heinie while while she riddin' me

If I give your bitch the dick, guarantee she will go nuts
Bitch I'm up in the Ferrari, in parkin' lots do donuts
I don't smoke backwoods I'm dumping out guts
I'm fuckin' your bitch yeah I'm up in her guts
Foreign whip, interior lux
I'm pushing the gas after dumping the clutch (Skrrt)

Bands... yeah I want the glo
Got more bars than Guantanamo
A jump to my step when I'm on a roll
Pass the blunt to the left no honor roll
Hit a bowl, boutta make me go animals
Edibles, pink on her ass like Pepto Bismol
Quick do the dash alright hoe lets go
Aint got much but but but but but

Bitch, up in it, I want them windows tinted
Hundred bands up hundred bands down anyway I'm gone get it (Get it)
They, ain't ready
Blastin some Tom Petty
Wakin' up I'm giddy she had me bustin' like confetti
And If I get them bands when I get them bands Ima spend them bands on anything
On all the fam and all the friends that stayed around through petty things
No not on cars no dreamy dates I ain't ever craved promethazine
Spend the bands on real estate not shiny rings and ketamine

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