Tune Lyrics

Put on my brothers

Then put on my bitch

Marino Infantry and designer my kicks

I smoke out the pound while you smoke out the zip

Wockheart Cup

I heart Aaron

Oh my God Yae Prod

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Bow, bow, bow

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Bow, bow, bow

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Buh, bow

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Bow, bow, bow

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Bow, bow, bow

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This that prada tune

She said Yae I'm proud you

Baby girl freaky yea she in the mood

Off white garments match the shoes like

I'm a star do you see who we are

Lvl loserhill yea that's the squad

I'm just putting on for my dogs

Whatever it takes Yea we gonna ball (Huh)

Ap flawless living lawless

When you shake my hand be cautious

We in the scene turning up the party

Baby girl geeking she wanna act gnarly

Yea she off the molly she love everybody

What you know about geeking up in party

I just be living in the night like kid cuddi

Rick owens steppas not chucks theses heavy

Riding round buss-in pounds yea it's steady

Money moves on my mind yea it's bubbling

Ain't got no time for no motherfucking fumbling

Put on my brothers then put on my bitch

Marino infantry and designer my kicks

I smoke out the pound while you smoke out the zip

Wockheart cup and staining the fit

Grommet lambs chops shout Chris

When you getting this money you can flex like this

I remember them days I was down in that ditch

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Buh, bow

Blrrd

Buh, bow

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