all-star fair Lyrics

Yea

Can't let these racks

Get the best of my head

I want croissants with the feta in it

Bitch you can't stop

What you never started

I'm on they necks, so they wantin' my air (yea)

I always win, ain't no need to compare

When they see me, drop they jaw and they stare

I wanna ride, baby come treat me fair

Bitch I'm the hot one

No sean evans

Might two-piece these hoes

If they keep talkin'

Bitch you off one

Got no balance

Independent like

Written on tax forms

Beat that shit up 'til it hit like my snare

I'm throwin' spells out with frivolous flare

you throwin' subs you a chump, boy u Weird

I puff on my blunt i'm blue dreamin bout Bread

Don't give a fuck bout who neckin' in bed

you want a dub want my sloppy seconds

Beat niggas up, like I'm playin' Tekken you want ya round you could slide and get it

Yea

(Yea)

Can't let these racks

Get the best of my head

I want croissants with the feta in it

Bitch you can't stop

What you never started

I'm on they necks, so they wantin' my air

I always win, ain't no need to compare

When they see me, drop the jaw and they stare

I wanna ride, baby come treat me fair

Yea, Yea, Yea