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birkin bag - shehateskodoku lyrics

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chorus:
i cannot trust none dese women
but f*ck it im hittin regardless
my chain make me look like a martian
no martin and gina
just green in my garden
my n*ggas still trap out apartments
i’m begging your pardon
like what the f*ck you n*ggas startin
you more like a b*tch cause you barking
she cheat and she leave you cold hearted
just hand me my sh*t that b*tch inna compartment
my stick bout to sing like john martin

hook:
i bought her a birkin bag
n i hand her my piece so she carry that
you ain’t ridin wit gang wit yo scary ass
n that b*tch is my slime what you talking bout n*gga
she ride on my d*ck like a chariot
how you talking for real you n*ggas rats
i keep one or two on me im loading my gat
n that b*tch is my slime what you talking bout n*gga

verse:
wе up in yo city ride round wit dem drakes
n my lil n*gga pyro ski maskеd with some bape
n i got me bout 11 or 13 f*ck jakes
n*gga i do not fight you catch sh*lls to the face
n*gga its simple
its either you die or you civil
my n*ggas is dogs and this money like kibble
watch after my brother cause that n*gga little
two face how i figure yo fate with a nickel
i’m sick of these b*tches on god
you ain’t gotta stick u a fraud
so my n*ggas ain’t going in either
if she don’t want f*ck i’m respecting her wishes
we wit the piranhas you swim with the fishes
they watching my chain cause that bih really glisten
she tell me f*ck harder her p*ssy it gripping
down bad on my d*ck n that b*tch had me trippin
my n*ggas some lizards i’m calling you kipplin
im sick of these n*gga irrelevent
look at yo wallet in deficit
you is a rook i’m a veteran
i put that on mamas
my ex b*tch too bhad like madonna
no good times hakuna matta
my stick only cut like a barber
she wearing a choker no collar
my ex give me brain like a scholar
my strap call it medal of honor
chorus:
i cannot trust none dese women
but f*ck it im hittin regardless
my chain make me look like a martian
no martin and gina
just green in my garden
my n*ggas still trap out apartments
i’m begging your pardon
like what the f*ck you n*ggas startin
you more like a b*tch cause you barking
she cheat and she leave you cold hearted
just hand me my sh*t that b*tch inna compartment
my stick bout to sing like john martin

hook:
i bought her a birkin bag
n i hand her my piece so she carry that
you ain’t ridin wit gang wit yo scary ass
n that b*tch is my slime what you talking bout n*gga
she ride on my d*ck like a chariot
how you talking for real you n*ggas rats
i keep one or two on me im loading my gat
n that b*tch is my slime what you talking bout n*gga

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