They try and copy the style
New drip
Got em wondering how?
Get to the bread
Let it pile
No games
Cant be playing around
Get wit the wave or you drown
They try and copy the style
Yuh yuh
They go and bite on sound
They try and come for the crown
Yuh yuh
Style steala
These are Margiela
You cannot get em
Off wit em
If he talk to much
We despose of em
Oh no
We do not
Compare wit you bozos
Laid back
Im never lackin
I be moving dolo, yuh
No beef straight green like a vegan
Better stand up when you see him
Loud pack eyes red like a demon
Rick Ross ya niggas be scheming
Kick back man you niggas not ready
I'll let it bang like I'm fetty
I'm finna pop like confetti
Shorty she fire she petty
She takin to long to get ready
Told her pop out to the Telly
Told her it's only a Getty
She slurp me up like spaghetti
Ion talk back if you talk to much
I get a bag and I run it up
She see the bag she gon give it up
She wanna f*ck for a tummy tuck
I get the cheese
Nacho
I get the green
Guapo
Smoking the green
Call capo
Shorty she wet like a pancho
Shorty you making nervous
All of the niggas you curving
Mami you fire you Perfect
I throw her money she twerkin
TeeOh - How Lyrics
TeeOh - How Lyrics
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They try and copy the style
New drip
Got em wondering how?
Get to the bread
Let it pile
No games
Cant be playing around
Get wit the wave or you drown
They try and copy the style
Yuh yuh
They go and bite on sound
They try and come for the crown
Yuh yuh
Style steala
These are Margiela
You cannot get em
Off wit em
If he talk to much
We despose of em
Oh no
We do not
Compare wit you bozos
Laid back
Im never lackin
I be moving dolo, yuh
No beef straight green like a vegan
Better stand up when you see him
Loud pack eyes red like a demon
Rick Ross ya niggas be scheming
Kick back man you niggas not ready
I'll let it bang like I'm fetty
I'm finna pop like confetti
Shorty she fire she petty
She takin to long to get ready
Told her pop out to the Telly
Told her it's only a Getty
She slurp me up like spaghetti
Ion talk back if you talk to much
I get a bag and I run it up
She see the bag she gon give it up
She wanna f*ck for a tummy tuck
I get the cheese
Nacho
I get the green
Guapo
Smoking the green
Call capo
Shorty she wet like a pancho
Shorty you making nervous
All of the niggas you curving
Mami you fire you Perfect
I throw her money she twerkin
New drip
Got em wondering how?
Get to the bread
Let it pile
No games
Cant be playing around
Get wit the wave or you drown
They try and copy the style
Yuh yuh
They go and bite on sound
They try and come for the crown
Yuh yuh
Style steala
These are Margiela
You cannot get em
Off wit em
If he talk to much
We despose of em
Oh no
We do not
Compare wit you bozos
Laid back
Im never lackin
I be moving dolo, yuh
No beef straight green like a vegan
Better stand up when you see him
Loud pack eyes red like a demon
Rick Ross ya niggas be scheming
Kick back man you niggas not ready
I'll let it bang like I'm fetty
I'm finna pop like confetti
Shorty she fire she petty
She takin to long to get ready
Told her pop out to the Telly
Told her it's only a Getty
She slurp me up like spaghetti
Ion talk back if you talk to much
I get a bag and I run it up
She see the bag she gon give it up
She wanna f*ck for a tummy tuck
I get the cheese
Nacho
I get the green
Guapo
Smoking the green
Call capo
Shorty she wet like a pancho
Shorty you making nervous
All of the niggas you curving
Mami you fire you Perfect
I throw her money she twerkin
Writer: Teofilo Olivero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid