(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 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 you weird
I puff on my blunt i'm blue dreamin bout bread
Don't give a f*ck bout who Neckin' in bed
You want a dub want my Sloppy second
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 they jaw and they stare
I wanna ride, baby come treat me fair
Yea
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
Yea
Yea
Yea
ien! - all-star fair Lyrics
ien! - all-star fair Lyrics
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English
(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 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 you weird
I puff on my blunt i'm blue dreamin bout bread
Don't give a f*ck bout who Neckin' in bed
You want a dub want my Sloppy second
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 they jaw and they stare
I wanna ride, baby come treat me fair
Yea
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
Yea
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 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 you weird
I puff on my blunt i'm blue dreamin bout bread
Don't give a f*ck bout who Neckin' in bed
You want a dub want my Sloppy second
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 they jaw and they stare
I wanna ride, baby come treat me fair
Yea
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
Yea
Yea
Yea
Writer: Xzavien Jackson
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