Redundant Testo
Testo Redundant
I just pulled out my money countin'
I just counted twenty thousand
I might still rock bally on em'
She wanna fuck in this rousey
Don't kick Ronda Rousey
All I know is this car came without no mileage
All I know this one got too much mileage
I'm under pressure fighting
She actin' slow, you redundant
Lacks the bank, it's funny Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this
She said my chain be calling like vicks
Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks
I just counted up 50 racks all on me
I can agree I think I'd see that again
She always leaving a nigga
When he fuck up
I ain't think I'd see that again
Xanx just wore off
And I'm like OK
I'm sad again
Things been good for a minute
I don't know why she acting bad again
I'm getting mad again
She want to grab on me in the mode
I'm bringing bank again
She get to grabbing on me and she moaning
Money came in and you know it
Buzzin again, niggas switched up And I been knowing
When I see him I'm blowing at him
I don't fuck with no bloods
I don't fuck with nobody
Aye, you can tell I'm bubbling in my seat
Respecting them niggas
That's what you got to do
Aye I'm the king of this shit
I just pulled out my money countin'
I just counted twenty thousand
I might still rock bally on em'
She wanna fuck in this rousey
Don't kick Ronda Rousey
All I know is this car came without no mileage
All I know this one got too much mileage
I'm under pressure fighting
She actin' slow, you redundant
Lacks the bank, it's funny
Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this
She said my chain be calling like vicks
Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks
I just counted twenty thousand
I might still rock bally on em'
She wanna fuck in this rousey
Don't kick Ronda Rousey
All I know is this car came without no mileage
All I know this one got too much mileage
I'm under pressure fighting
She actin' slow, you redundant
Lacks the bank, it's funny Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this
She said my chain be calling like vicks
Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks
I just counted up 50 racks all on me
I can agree I think I'd see that again
She always leaving a nigga
When he fuck up
I ain't think I'd see that again
Xanx just wore off
And I'm like OK
I'm sad again
Things been good for a minute
I don't know why she acting bad again
I'm getting mad again
She want to grab on me in the mode
I'm bringing bank again
She get to grabbing on me and she moaning
Money came in and you know it
Buzzin again, niggas switched up And I been knowing
When I see him I'm blowing at him
I don't fuck with no bloods
I don't fuck with nobody
Aye, you can tell I'm bubbling in my seat
Respecting them niggas
That's what you got to do
Aye I'm the king of this shit
I just pulled out my money countin'
I just counted twenty thousand
I might still rock bally on em'
She wanna fuck in this rousey
Don't kick Ronda Rousey
All I know is this car came without no mileage
All I know this one got too much mileage
I'm under pressure fighting
She actin' slow, you redundant
Lacks the bank, it's funny
Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this
She said my chain be calling like vicks
Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks
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