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cant stop ft future wallie the sensei

Travis Scott

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cant stop ft future wallie the sensei

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Yeah, yeahI just dropped my top, yeah (Yeah)I can't stop (Cannot stop this shit)Don't ask 'bout my fit, it cost a lot, yeahI cannot stand out, I'm standing inYou know where I'm at (I can not stand)Ever since I came in, I just put my top downOkay, gettin' jaded, but I can't feel my face now (Pluto)Hop right in and leave (Yeah)In the suicide, can't see 'em (Yeah)I'll be fine, baby, I don't need youNo lie, baby, you a freak too, yeahAll in (Ooh) , all in (Ooh)I'm just 42 sippin' (Yeah, ooh)I can drown in it (Ooh, know I can)All in (Ooh) , all in (Ooh)I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh, you know how we comin')I can drown in it (Ooh)Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (Oh yeah)It's diamonds in my watchAnd I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)Turn up my savages, word to AllahTurn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin'(Turn up my shooters, oh yеah)Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)Shе wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylistI'm Wallie the Sensei (Oh, oh)Took his bitch on the weekendHe ain't get her back 'til WednesdayAnd I got a problem with spendin' too much moneyThat's what my friends say(Freebandz, that's what my friends say)Pulled up in a '23 drop-top, woahBad bitch, ass out in a crop-top, yeahI ain't even ate and I'm still shittin'I won't make her my bitch, but I'm still hittin'Fuckin' on queens, but I ain't from Great BritainI'm all in her stomach, I ain't fittin'That bitch told me, "Slow down, " but I ain't listenThey be like, "You a king, you need to slow down, "I'm drinkin' that lean, I'm still sippin'Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (I drop my top)It's diamonds in my watchAnd I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)Turn up my savages, word to Allah (Oh yeah)Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Oh yeah)Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist(Ooh) All in (Ooh)I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh)I can drown in it (Ooh)All in (Ooh) , all in (Ooh)I'm just 42 sippin' (Ooh)I can drown in it (Ooh)
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