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Sebii 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

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