Lol (feat. Kid Trunks & Flyboy Taratino) - Bass Santana

Bling, bling, bling, bling (You dig?) Ayy, man shout-out my slime, you know what I'm sayin'? You know what the fuck going on (ayyy), hoop Ayy (bling, bling, bling), hoop, hoop, hoop All I gotta say, stay away from the fake (bling, bling, bling) Ice up on my neck, it look like I just swam today (I just swam today) I just told that bitch to give me face, get out my place (get out my place) We got all Givenchy shop, I plan this day to day (day to day) Make a quarter milli' in a month, ain't got a date (thank you God) I just wanna feed my family like every day (feed my fam') You a fake and you a snake, I see it in yo' face (I see it in yo' face) Why you talk about me? Boy, you always say my name (you always say my name) I forgot (hoop), I'm the one that's 'bout to pop ('bout to pop) I'm the one that's at the top (I'm at the top), I'm the one that she gave top (she give me top) Bitch, I forgot (forgot), I'm the one that's 'bout to pop ('bout to pop) I'm the one that's at the top (at the top), I'm the one that she gave top (she give me top) Ayy, I forgot (forgot), I'm the one that's 'bout to pop ('bout to pop) I'm the one that's at the top (ayy), I'm the one that she gave top (she give me top), yuh Ayy, I'm the one that's 'bout to pop ('bout to pop) I'm the one that's at the top, I'm the one that she gave top, you dig? Bitch, I forgot (yuh), you not at the top (you not at the top) You talk behind your phone and your whole family work for cops (yuh, yuh, for cops) You say you a gangster but you always be with 'opps (always be with 'opps) I seen your bitch walk down the street and then she ask for cock (she ask for cock) You let your homies talk about you right behind yo' back (right behind yo' back) I get the work, I flip the pack, and that's a Fendi fact (that's a Fendi fact) I got Givenchys on my slippers, they ain't come from Saks (they ain't come from Saks) I got my brothers right behind me, you can't fuck with that (you can't fuck with that) I got the 40 with the dick and I'ma let it go (I'ma let it go) I got too many bitches throwin' ass and snortin' blow (snortin' all the blow) And when I pull up, that mean 10K for a show (10K for a show) I'm Gucci'd down and also I got Polo on my shlo' (fuck, bitch)

I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it Pussy they be fronting shit Gotta smoke a blunt again Wax from Colorado might just have to put some butter in Fucking on another bitch Next day I be dumping it Money on my mind no time for a relationship Heart so fucking cold no there ain't no fucking breaking it Thought I was your man well shit you were mistaken bitch I be bout my bans all I think about is making it Pop a couple xans while i'm sipping on this purple shit I be bout my cheddar Any kind of weather Pull up in a bens in a fucking gucci sweater Got a hundred hoes always down for the get up She just want a ring bitch I call that shit a set up Fuck with abc's cause the Ds her favorite letter I be smoking trees only way I feel better Fuck with Taratino best believe you gone get wet up I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it I be getting money bitch No time for the funny shit Pull up and we stunting shit Pussy they be fronting it She loving me but she hate all my habits She play with balls so I call her John madden I don't know bout love so I guess I need practice Don't think you can run bring you back with my magic Sweep you off your feet now you call me Aladdin It shows in your face now I know you ecstatic These niggas be talking they know they not at it Know they not at it, we know they not at it Want any issues just send me the addy I swear this shit gone get tragic We gone shoot till the neighbors hear this shit from Dallas Trust me this bitch automatic Awe sorry lil baby can't do you no favors Play with yo pussy just like it's a sega I'm loving your figure but I really hate you Like why in the fuck did I save you Sit back and watch while I blow like grenades And he got a round with his name, since the bro wanna be brave He gotta sleep in a grave, and they gone hate but we already up Put too much lean all in my cup, and they try to tell me gone give it up, but guess what Now bitch we already up

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