Shit
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She got chrome heart lens
I can't make no sense
F*cking this bitch in the back of the benz
F*cking this bitch I'm f*cking 10s (uh)
Chrome hearts on her face (bitch)
She got makeup on her face
Bad bitch tatted on her face
She so bad she came from space
F*cking that bitch I ain't gonna chase
Smoking that blunt yeah I got laced
They want me to die
They count my days
They want me to die
They count my days
They count my they count my the the the they count my
Racks all in my pants
I came straight from France
I got shooters on yo mans
I got hella f*cking bands
I love my f*cking Glock
Bullet gon hit you it's not gonna knock
If see you we scrap we not gonna talk
Imma hit you I hit you I hit you it's lock
Shit shit
Bitch wanna lock in with me (uh)
Bitch you cannot be my b
She 18 Yuta watanabe
I'm off the drugs bitch I'm off that tris
I be tripping triple c
Shit
CCC CCC
Shit shit (shit)
She got Chrome heart lens
I can't make no sense
F*cking this bitch in the back of the benz
F*cking this bitch I'm f*cking 10s (uh)
Racks all in my pants
I came straight from France
I got Shooters on yo mans bitch I got hella bands