FaceTime

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Run me the guap
 Run me the guap
 Stassi Pryce, Say My Name Right
 Yuh
 Niggas say that I'm crazy
 Oh yuh I'm Jamaican
 Eat it up like soufflé
 If that shit wack I ain't faking
 Come thru looking like bae, uh
 Come thru I'm on my slay shit
 Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
 I don't do minimum pay, no
 Fuck that minimum wage, woah
 Niggas want me in that cage, yuh
 Gang gang my posse
 Fr-Fresh off the runway
 Girls want me to be gay, woah
 Want me to roll they way, aha
 I like pipe today, yuh
 Maybe try me next week, haa
 Stroke nigga stroke stroke
 Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
 If you wax on then you gotta wax off
 When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
 I pounce with the kitty to the meat
 Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
 I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
 Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
 Bruck Bruck
 Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
 Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
 When him eat me that's FaceTime
 When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
 Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
 Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
 When him eat me that's FaceTime
 When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets
 Niggas say that I'm crazy
 Hell yeah I'm Jamaican
 Eat it up like soufflé
 If that shit wack no no faking
 Come thru looking like bae, uh
 Come thru I'm on my slay shit
 Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
 I don't do minimum pay no
 Feeling that cinema wave, yuh
 Damn I look good if I may say
 Fuck up a check in a day, yuh
 Call up my bitches to go play
 Eden, Kimmy, and Dilly, yuh
 We need the bag ándale, now
 I like ice on me, huh
 Fuck 'round and bust down the Rollie
 Stroke nigga stroke stroke
 Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
 If you wax on then you gotta wax off
 When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
 I pounce with the kitty to the meat
 Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
 I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
 Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
 Bruck Bruck
 Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
 Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
 When him eat me that's FaceTime
 When him done look at me and say me taste nice
 Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
 Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
 When him eat me that's FaceTime
 When him done look at me and say me taste nice
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 Ya wallets on flop
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 (Running a check up you know I can't stop)
 Run me the guap
 Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
 Running a check up you know I can't stop
 (Running a check up you know I can't stop)
 Hot pockets hot
 

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Duration
02:58
Key
8
Tempo
69 BPM

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