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licked - remus lyrics

(hook)
your b*tch l!cked when i roll up with keef
hold up, pause, can’t believe
taking no pause b*tch i keep this sh*t brief
racks out the bank like security’s breached
b*tch count franks when i’m cooking in the kitchen
diamonds so bright, b*tches gon’ listen
can’t see this? you need night vision
can’t see this? diamonds gon’ glisten

drop the top off the rolls
f*ck that b*tch and i’m clearing my phone
f*ck a snitch you ain’t taking my throne
f*cking on the perc ay, poppin x like i’m alexandra burke ay
see the way you twerk ay, and i’ll even suck your titties on your birthday
he’ll done end up in a he*rs* ay, and i’ll even pay the shooter with the verse ay

(verse 1)
switch my wrist, time gon’ freeze
hol’ up, quick, down on your knees
drip like b*tter when i’m getting this cheese
smooth like b*tter when i do it with ease
homies roll up with berettas and your b*tches gon’ freeze
pull up to the coupe, 5*6 keys
slide up to these b*tches like i got on skis
pull up on the street, time to seize
don’t be tricky with the vibe b*tch you do this every time
audemar my wrist, your tuition on design
diamonds on my fist, you gon’ have to close the blinds
if you wanna get hit i got shooters outside
in the club all these b*tches they be eyeing me
roll a spliff and then i send it to the side of me
lil b*tch, no drip, who you tryna be?
i want henny in my cup on the count of three
g*string like she paganini
f*cking these b*tches and ghost like houdini
f*cking up the game, this sh*t too easy
ice on my wrist, too breezy
pull up on coast, strapped up homies on post
all my b*tches dripping in gold
we bout to go
pj i’m outta control, i’m bout to play on my phone
(hook)
your b*tch l!cked when i roll up with keef
hold up, pause, can’t believe
taking no pause b*tch i keep this sh*t brief
racks out the bank like security’s breached
b*tch count franks when i’m cooking in the kitchen
diamonds so bright, b*tches gon’ listen
can’t see this? you need night vision
can’t see this? diamonds gon’ glisten

(verse 2)
f*cked your b*tch you’re confused
fat stacks on my shoes
run this game i don’t snooze
step to me hang your own noose
versace silk like zeus
we ain’t calling no truce
out of this game, we ain’t gon’ lose
smoke a spliff you want twos
v*12 on my wrist, b*tch hungry for my audemar baguette
been scoring alexandre lacazette
been saving all these b*tches like a vet
step out of my league, passing off your b*tch cos homie got needs
roll up to your crib, i’m collecting my deeds
gave your b*tch a gift, pearl necklace and beads
catch me if you can b*tch, got no leads
(hook)
your b*tch l!cked when i roll up with keef
hold up, pause, can’t believe
taking no pause b*tch i keep this sh*t brief
racks out the bank like security’s breached
b*tch count franks when i’m cooking in the kitchen
diamonds so bright, b*tches gon’ listen
can’t see this? you need night vision
can’t see this? diamonds gon’ glisten

- remus lyrics

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