Lyrics:
Imma knock it out
Bitch case closed
Know that she feeling me
Flew her from Italy
Diamonds from tiffany's
I Hope she do love it please
Then if she
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
Say well that explains all the roses
Ya ya wanna keep you company please not breakfast at Tiffany's
Baby Nighty night
Fuck all the things u like
I
and then infinity
Yeah
All she eat is pasta we in Italy
Aint finna pull up in no joggers this is Tiffany's
Its not a sketcher I was stepping in my
only a 15 hour one way
This could be a piece of cake
Like Breakfast at Tiffany's
Why don't you move to the US babe
We could holiday
To Sydney
It's only
girl here everytime
I look I see them looking back at me and they say what up
I'm too young to wife sumthing, so you know my game is pumpin
Like baby
Waited for you under the Howard sign
Didn't know what to expect
A thousand things went through my mind
'Cause I've never done anything like this
You
training for a team
And if the sun don’t rise
I raise my Tiffany’s eye
Baby I’m feeling just like I’m picking a lie
Gotta be tripping to get me sleeping
'm spending meals, signin' all kinda deals
I'm a five-star bitch eatin' five-star meals
My whole lifestyle like "Coming to America"
All my Louis luggage, you
Yeah
Flashy
Gettin' these racks 'til like 93
(Hey, Flashy)
Gettin' these racks 'til like 93, yeah (What?)
Hold up, I cannot trip
Had to tell myself,
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
Be like (damn, she doin it way big)
Anything we do we
spinning like a wheel
Oh, I know I need you now
I know you'll take me to town
One or two or three more rounds
There's no need to slow down
Black girl luster
Tiffany's
You better have an epiphany, sl-
Guess what? What? The lease up
I'm just mad the time it took to discover
You were using me for loot like I used
Thought I was pimpin' 'til I felt like Nas, the first
Date 'cause I think I gave you power when I gave you flowers
In a vase, a box of chocolates, throat
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
this
Young and have this fun
And be successful, I'm so successful
Breakfast at Tiffany's and
Bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like
Getting in
The warden came along and asked me what I was thinking of
Last year in the summer with a Tiffany lamp over her head
Well I grabbed her by the hand and with
I.D.N.C.T.P.
I.D.N.C.T.P.
Blonde haired Chucky
But I am not Tiffany
Niggas come in peace
They got the llamas out in Sicily
And if you want the B.A.D
Best believe
to me
That bih said she
Want a tip from me
Just suck the tip for me
I dont know think her name was
Emily or even tiffany ok
Yeah im too different
You
the heat
Rock your body to the body heat
What it looks like
What it is
Say pungra, jungra
Say damn to the thungra
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step
your body to the body heat
What it looks like?
What it is?
Say pungra, jungra
Say damn to the thungra
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
I took a break and I went out to Italy
Hoes wanna fuck me I had an epiphany
Gave her some bands she go shopping at Tiffany's
Making her scream
time man.
No Phantom of the Opera, not for me,
I like Coney Island by the sea.
French fries at Nathan's, not Grenouille.
You're gonna see
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