| My heart so cold I think I’m done with ice
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| Say if I leave her she gone die
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| Well bitch, you done with life
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| Better not pull up with no knife
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| 'Cause I bring guns to fights
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| Say you got that sack, I got that sack
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| But ain’t no ones in mine
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| And my lil' bitch say I’m getting too bougie
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| I don’t even like dubs in mine
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| What I look like with all them twenties
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| Know them hoes like how I’m coming
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| What I look like with all this money?
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| How I look having all these hoes?
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| When I crack a smile, white gold
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| Yeah I’m talking diamonds, froze
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| Came from the bottom, toes
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| Yeah, Backend Baby (A hundred)
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| That’s what they pay me a show
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| It’s probably some cap in my rap, by the time this shit drop
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| They gone pay me some mo'
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| And I still can go back to the trap
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| Send a box, pick it up
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| Make a play at the store
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| Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
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| My heart so cold I think I’m done with ice
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| Say if I leave her she gone die
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| Well bitch, you done with life
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| Better not pull up with no knife
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| 'Cause I bring guns to fights
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| Say you got that sack, I got that sack
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| But ain’t no ones in mine
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| And my lil' bitch say I’m getting too bougie
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| I don’t even like dubs in mine
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| Nope, too raw
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| Dope
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| You know I’m the one of the GOATs
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| She let me put it in the back of her throat
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| Walk in the bank with a M in the choke
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| I’m tryna make a deposit
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| Let em' try and play with the money
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| Shawty gon' take off ya noggin'
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| Long as she want it and pick it I’m buying
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| I hadn’t wrote for a year, I don’t try
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| I get em' wacked, I don’t advise em' to try it
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| Yeah, I’m running shit, I ain’t lying
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| I got a backend for one-twenty-five
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| I bought a Patek for one-eighty-five
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| This shit getting easy
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| My heart so cold I think I’m done with ice
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| Say if I leave her she gone die
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| Well bitch, you done with life
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| Better not pull up with no knife
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| 'Cause I bring guns to fights
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| Say you got that sack, I got that sack
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| But ain’t no ones in mine
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| And my lil' bitch say I’m getting too bougie
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| I don’t even like dubs in mine
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| Heartless, don’t need a valentine (Forever)
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| I call em' racks, not bands (Why?)
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| Ain’t no rubberband on mine (At all)
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| I used to be down, down, down, down waiting on taxes time
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| Look at me now, now, now, now, they pay me to flex and shine
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| (I'm up, let’s get it)
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| Big Speaker like a eighteen-inch sub
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| I’m a hunnid, you a dub
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| Looking for me, I’m booked up
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| 50 Cent, I’m in the club
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| Diamonds on my earlobe, Ice on dyke
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| One-fifthy on studs
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| Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
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| My heart so cold I think I’m done with ice
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| Say if I leave her she gone die
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| Well bitch, you done with life
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| Better not pull up with no knife
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| 'Cause I bring guns to fights
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| Say you got that sack, I got that sack
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| But ain’t no ones in mine
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| And my lil' bitch say I’m getting too bougie
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| I don’t even like dubs in mine
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| What I look like with all them twenties
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| Know them hoes like how I’m coming
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| What I look like with all this money?
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| How I look having all these hoes?
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| When I crack a smile, white gold
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| Yeah I’m talking diamonds, froze
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| Came from the bottom, toes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TOES , by - DaBaby. Song from the album KIRK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп