URFUNNii
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Lyrics
Uh, yeah they wanna float with me, so they gonna tickle I be rockin' Ricks, but I'm not talkin' no pickle Yeah, your career strong man, yeah, that shit is fickle I be building skyscrapers just out of Mint Golds You're funny, you make me chickle Yeah, your money, that shit's adysmal I'm 'bout to pop it, cock it, yeah I feel like pistol I got the rocket pocket, talkin' 'bout them crystals You're funny, you make me chickle Yeah, your money, that shit's adysmal I'm 'bout to pop it, cock it, yeah I feel like pistol I got the rocket pocket, talkin' 'bout them crystals Ash kash, I just want to kiss you My ass crack, they want to lick it, um еw Racks all on my body, yeah, they count it up so fast The producеrs look on email cause they waiting for that Mailtrack Okay man, okay man I know you made ten bands I keep on rapping 'bout money I'm gonna make like more bands I'm not talkin' about no advance My flow is just so so advanced You looking for romance I'm looking for big bands If I make a hit, I can just make another one I'ma play poker with her then I'm gonna take her out to lunch Chase it like a rat now I be getting stats now Keep on flexin' when you know you ain't got that cash now You're funny, you make me chickle Yeah, your money, that shit's adysmal I'm 'bout to pop it, cock it, yeah I feel like pistol I got the rocket pocket, talkin' 'bout them crystals You're funny, you make me chickle Yeah, your money, that shit's adysmal I'm 'bout to pop it, cock it, yeah I feel like pistol I got the rocket pocket, talkin' 'bout them crystals Yeah, with the models We pop bottles Gucci goggles I'm with the toggle I'm with my butterflies We 'bout to Bankai This shit is certified Alright
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:57
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 84 BPM