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Haiti Babii

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Last update on: March 16, 2022
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Ehh We flexing all that money

That′s that fine chalet Counting all that tax money Making minimum wage Your dad thinks his sick I tell him take a look at this I got 30 in this bitch I'll let 30 out this rip I like my friends Let′s make amends let's get closer Black new colour coloured beans They look toasty Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I'm costy (Sitting on 30s hitting 40 bitch I′m bawling) Bawl on the dash I stay praying for these suckers I′ve never been a fuck nigga That's why I ain′t fuck with you But nigga I'll knuckle up and do my dark dues (I′ll knuckle up and do my dark dues) Round of applause I just met a broad (?) Don't tell me that you love me if you don′t really love me baby I noticed that's the way you feel When you wanna talk to me (?) popping Know I'm not your man but I can be your partner You dishonest, you disloyal Tell me why I fuck with you If I know I fuck with you I′m stuck with you And I can′t wait to see you And I, woah and I It's the truth, what I wanna lie to you? Ain′t the one for me Ain't the one for you Say all you gotta do baby You ain′t got no crew baby We can have a few babies Sla-la-la-la-la She don't wanna fuck with you pickle dick you the middle man She just caught me walking, flicked my wrist, I think I caught her eye

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