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Pusha T, Kash Doll

Last update on: August 30, 2019
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My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up) She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t)

My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot She keep a lit 16, a network of typers Fuck selling the pipers to get the baby the diapers Call the bitch "Swiffer" 'cause all she know is swipers Fuck a rap nigga, but she don't need him to wife her (D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t) Benz trucker, all your mans want to fuck her She get a nigga cleaned up too, you need a buffer? Travel out to them Islands in Thailand She don't know if it's Lan-vin or Lanvin All she know, if it's my hands, it's pie hands All she want is the monograms and my bands Charcuteries (Yo, what, what is charcuteries?) (Man, it's, it's when you go to your hotel room And they got the cheese and the fucking pepperoni Sliced on a little wood board, waiting on you) New jeweleries, new taste levels, shit, she be schooling me I got a bitch that will master your card Nice with the Visas, passports is art Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks? Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages She don't trick but she charges Lotta double C's, double g's (You know how I do it) New body parts, they double D's (You know how I do it) The dual exhaust is double V's (You know how I do it) You niggas talk, she fucking me Her mother saying she should be a nurse hurts But she just worry about who got the purse first I tried to tell her, "Go to real estate school" She say, "Don't you see these fucking dealer plates fool? You know the rush it is to know bitches hate you 'Cause they man is locked up but still laced you And you know I need it twice, so it takes two Fendi cross-body, fanny pack beige blue Nigga I got a bitch that will master your card Nice with the Visas, passports is art Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks? Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages She don't trick but she charges My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up the spot) She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (Heating up the spot) My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d)

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