3013 Lyrics – 5002 Seven
Singer: 5002 Seven
Title: 3013
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
Big booty b#tch
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New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice, ice, came out the machine, ice, came out the machine
Ice, baby
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK, hunting gun, all machines
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice, ice, came out the machine, ice, came out the machine
Ice, baby
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK, hunting gun, all machines
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of ’em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on ’em
Ayy, f#ck 12, open firе on ’em (f#ck 12)
Open up fire on ‘еm (f#ck 12)
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these n#gg#s in pain, hey
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these n#gg#s in pain, hey
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these n#gg#s in pain, hey
Left wrist, right is the Patek Philippe
Bad white b#tch with a fatty, unique
Smokin’ on cookies from granny, trees
Pocket rocket, go go gadget, go go
Make a play, Madden, John
I know it was some speculation ’bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin’ (dab)
f#ck it, we just let ’em have it (have it)
Draco for n#gg#s with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin’ my karats (ice, woah)
Just like the package, I’m drinkin’ on Actavis, expensive habits (mud)
Yellow b#tch, Pikachu (b#tch)
Cameltoe peekin’ at you
Look at you, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Open your eyes, b#tch you see all this money
Made that lil’ b#tch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don’t kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I ride it tectonic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain’t frontin’
I came from the limp, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pull in the 4, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My n#gg#s’ tongue barracuda
You cappin’, I came from trappin’
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn’t tell me sh#t, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I’m flexin’, I’m petty (I’m petty)
I f#cked the p#ss# the first time I met it
Won’t give you no credit, yeah, ate it, spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machete
Married the money, the b#tch wasn’t ready
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