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VIAPRETTYDEEDS - PDF Lyrics



VIAPRETTYDEEDS - PDF Lyrics




Wait ok
I do this every day
Haters they say what they say
Her p*ssy good like chick fi la
Her purse fake it's not mk
X1 buckle look good with the bapes
My vision so bright im so focus
You pull up four door in a focus

Hocus Pocus, I do magic
You look tragic, I do fashion
Look at my coat my fabric
I'm on go like go go gadget
I'm attractive like metal and magnet
Went to London woke up at the palace
What you had I'm already having
My hair dyed Rest In Peace to Sally's

I want a massage I ain't worried bout yo message
Two seater coupe for Smith and Wesson
Move out my way I can't miss my blessings

I bought me a shirt and it came with some T
I feel like Hov losing 92 bricks
I feel like a boxer taking all the hits
Her man Jesus she pray to Jesus
I fill my the tank up bout to push the V6

I know you mad you can't swag like this
I know you mad you can't swag like this
She call me a dog so I guess I'm that b*tch
Down bad on my d*ck but I came out rich
Got me bag like I'm old Saint Nick
See me at night like tv on nick
It get dark out same my color tint
Oh that's 12 so we leave by the inch
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Wait ok
I do this every day
Haters they say what they say
Her p*ssy good like chick fi la
Her purse fake it's not mk
X1 buckle look good with the bapes
My vision so bright im so focus
You pull up four door in a focus

Hocus Pocus, I do magic
You look tragic, I do fashion
Look at my coat my fabric
I'm on go like go go gadget
I'm attractive like metal and magnet
Went to London woke up at the palace
What you had I'm already having
My hair dyed Rest In Peace to Sally's

I want a massage I ain't worried bout yo message
Two seater coupe for Smith and Wesson
Move out my way I can't miss my blessings

I bought me a shirt and it came with some T
I feel like Hov losing 92 bricks
I feel like a boxer taking all the hits
Her man Jesus she pray to Jesus
I fill my the tank up bout to push the V6

I know you mad you can't swag like this
I know you mad you can't swag like this
She call me a dog so I guess I'm that b*tch
Down bad on my d*ck but I came out rich
Got me bag like I'm old Saint Nick
See me at night like tv on nick
It get dark out same my color tint
Oh that's 12 so we leave by the inch
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Writer: Devon Witchet
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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