Testo 1B / Shift - NoCap
Testo della canzone 1B / Shift (NoCap), tratta dall'album Heaven on Mars
Yeah, yeah
Main bird probably pull up in that Trackhawk
If she can't throw it, what the fuck she got that ass for?
If you ever see me limpin', that's a cash walk
So just blame it on the digits when my pants stuffed
Say, high enough above the sun, I feel like Devin Booker
Ridin' with three pretty bitches claimin' that they sisters
Do you smell me? What you want? New Chanel, if that ain't nothin'
I go all black for the stick, she go 1B for the wig, uh
She know she the one, they ain't toppin' her, uh
She don't chase no nigga, she ain't poppin' up, uh
You ain't what she want, you ain't gotta know
And homie and them ain't on 'cause they not with us, yeah
She look like a model, you should get her on film
Pink pills, pink seals, automatic
She too tramp, in a whole 'nother bracket
I think I seen her on a whole 'nother planet, uh
She don't do no braggin', shawty know she that shit
Foreign whip, I bag in, bitches love my accent
Got fame but got no heart, chain cost a Rolls Royce
Lane switches out of cars, drop the top, the seal start
Bad bitch look like Nia Long, told her we should keep it short
Love her with her heels on, especially when she walkin' on
Baby walk, uh
Baby walk, yeah, yeah
Baby walk, uh
Baby walk, yeah, yeah
Fit sticky (uh-huh)
My bitch sticky (uh-huh)
This shit sticky, yeah
I admit it, uh
Fit sticky (uh-huh)
My bitch sticky (uh-huh)
This shit sticky, yeah
I admit it, uh
I can tell you're perfect, I know that it's worth it
Girl, your body curvy, even if that's your surgeon
Say your friend a virgin, but I heard that fig killer
Girl, I ball like Jason, let me put a kid in, uh
True shit, flew trips, designer on my luggage, uh
New wrist, who this? Them diamonds talkin' for me, uh
True shit, flew trips, designer on my luggage, uh
New wrist, who this? Them diamonds talkin' for me
Glitch, on who they waitin' on, yeah
Wonder how the king make mills
On who they waitin' on, chef, chef
Fit, price never make no sense
Bad bitch, she European
But the pussy ain't hit no shit, shit, shit
All of my niggas on golden somethin'
You ain't gotta touch that door with your butt
I got so rich, now a mill' ain't nothin'
I just need way more, uh
When plane on the paddy, we limit the bust
Car hard to glass and my vision is dusty
Told her to come spend a minute with us
She wanted way more
Diamonds flawless, decent cuts
Link up, start like Elon Musk
Fuck me, you get what you want
Saint Laurent, just never trust
Diamonds flawless, decent cuts
Link up, start like Elon Musk
Fuck me, you get what you want
Saint Laurent, just never trust
Glitch, on who they waitin' on, yeah
Wonder how the king make mills
On who they waitin' on, chef, chef
Fit, price never make no sense
Bad bitch, she European
But the pussy ain't hit no shit, shit, shit
Diamonds flawless, decent cuts
Link up, start like Elon Musk
Fuck me, you get what you want
Saint Laurent, just never trust
Diamonds flawless, decent cuts
Link up, start like Elon Musk
Fuck me, you get what you want
Saint Laurent, just never trust
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