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posted in da cut sumn dirty in my cup shawty pop it slow got me leanin on the what mane we up no fronts wrist froze off lunch errbody lit don trip jus jump folk steppin out like sunday church golds in my mouth got ya auntie thirst peach cobbler in the whip swervin wit a smirk talkin sideways get ya feelings hurt dat 85 south got my pulse in sync hood throwin signs like a pinky ring wink man chu tweakin off ya auntie mink needa cool down bfore chu spill yo drink i don two-step less the floor too clean if the dj spinnin gucci imma turn this scene red clay stuck to my jeans from the green bihs act mean till the scene go lean neckline low wit da trap beat slap sauce too thick got the aunties clappin back i ain tryna flex just talk my facts made a meal off vibes still posted out back posted in da cut sumn dirty in my cup shawty pop it slow got me leanin on the what mane we up no fronts wrist froze off lunch errbody lit don trip jus jump eyes low heart full ain nunchu could teach highlife in reach got my soul on bleach if chu tryna slide gotta match that preach don talk bout pain less ya tone got screech i was posted up on bankhead monday morn dawg hit a lick then bought yo niece a unicorn ion play round i was raised on scorn if chu talkin slick needa change yo form mane i hit that fade wit a crook in the stance shawty got the jiggle like it came out france couldn hold my tongue so i slid my glance talkin dat country slang got a bih in trance ain got time fo nun dat weak debate chu cappin wit ya hand all on my plate talkin loud in the whip till the vibe vibrate getchu touched off love no need for hate mane we outside like da porchlight broke blunt so fat got it tucked in my coat used to ride marta now the backseat float still real lowkey but the sound gon gloat cut stay live got the speakers in clutch cup stay heavy like a bootleg lunch shawty in the wind got her hair all scrunch if chu ain from here better hush yo hunch eyes low heart full ain nunchu could teach highlife in reach got my soul on bleach if chu tryna slide gotta match that preach don talk bout pain less ya tone got screech posted in da cut sumn dirty in my cup shawty pop it slow got me leanin on the what mane we up no fronts wrist froze off lunch errbody lit don trip jus jump [© Mr.Meow😸 2025 All Rights Reserved | Unauthorized use, reproduction, remixing, adaptation, or distribution of this work without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited and will be enforced under applicable copyright laws.]
