Oh
Aye
Aye
It's Double R The God in this mutha f*cka man
Wtf goin on Aye
Bae you look good in that Tiffany
All of these vibes itching me
We bout to slide literally
The bullshit I'm blind legally
I like it sweet cinnamon
I want the franks Benjamin
I want the gas the purp aye
All different color m&m's
All of my flows is vibes
All of my flows legitimate
All of my bros is high aye
All of my clothes is fitteded
You boy a rat he figetin
Cold like the snow timberlands
Beat up the beat Timbaland
Cry me a river Timberlake
We need a mill dinner plate
It's my way or the high way you can get off at the interstate
Unlock her soul her inner gate
I'm on a roll dinner plate
That's 2 mills feelin great
I don't want beef I want the green
You can fill up on the veggie plate
Oh aye oh aye
You can fill up on the veggie
She cookin for me that's Sexy
I wanna do her tonight
I want her extra and messy
Make her bend like a pretzel
And I really pretzels
And I really like salt wit it but Ima just leave That for yal niggas
Ima leave that for yal niggas
I don't even wanna talk witcha
I run shit can't walk witcha
Don't loose yo mind for a cost lil nigga we a have to spark witcha
RR the God - Tiffany Lyrics
RR the God - Tiffany Lyrics
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Oh
Aye
Aye
It's Double R The God in this mutha f*cka man
Wtf goin on Aye
Bae you look good in that Tiffany
All of these vibes itching me
We bout to slide literally
The bullshit I'm blind legally
I like it sweet cinnamon
I want the franks Benjamin
I want the gas the purp aye
All different color m&m's
All of my flows is vibes
All of my flows legitimate
All of my bros is high aye
All of my clothes is fitteded
You boy a rat he figetin
Cold like the snow timberlands
Beat up the beat Timbaland
Cry me a river Timberlake
We need a mill dinner plate
It's my way or the high way you can get off at the interstate
Unlock her soul her inner gate
I'm on a roll dinner plate
That's 2 mills feelin great
I don't want beef I want the green
You can fill up on the veggie plate
Oh aye oh aye
You can fill up on the veggie
She cookin for me that's Sexy
I wanna do her tonight
I want her extra and messy
Make her bend like a pretzel
And I really pretzels
And I really like salt wit it but Ima just leave That for yal niggas
Ima leave that for yal niggas
I don't even wanna talk witcha
I run shit can't walk witcha
Don't loose yo mind for a cost lil nigga we a have to spark witcha
Aye
Aye
It's Double R The God in this mutha f*cka man
Wtf goin on Aye
Bae you look good in that Tiffany
All of these vibes itching me
We bout to slide literally
The bullshit I'm blind legally
I like it sweet cinnamon
I want the franks Benjamin
I want the gas the purp aye
All different color m&m's
All of my flows is vibes
All of my flows legitimate
All of my bros is high aye
All of my clothes is fitteded
You boy a rat he figetin
Cold like the snow timberlands
Beat up the beat Timbaland
Cry me a river Timberlake
We need a mill dinner plate
It's my way or the high way you can get off at the interstate
Unlock her soul her inner gate
I'm on a roll dinner plate
That's 2 mills feelin great
I don't want beef I want the green
You can fill up on the veggie plate
Oh aye oh aye
You can fill up on the veggie
She cookin for me that's Sexy
I wanna do her tonight
I want her extra and messy
Make her bend like a pretzel
And I really pretzels
And I really like salt wit it but Ima just leave That for yal niggas
Ima leave that for yal niggas
I don't even wanna talk witcha
I run shit can't walk witcha
Don't loose yo mind for a cost lil nigga we a have to spark witcha
Writer: Rainel Robinson
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