Mar90s - Who Dem

Nigga who the fuck is you
Walk in the bank like
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I don’t even know them
I don’t even know them who the fuck is you? I don’t even know who the fuck is you?
I don’t even know them who the fuck is you?


Who dem , who dem , who dem
Who dem , who dem , who dem

She wanna go on a trip
Boutta just fly the little bitch.
She wanna go on a trip boutta just fly her to Tulum
She wanna fuck in the Villa
Fucking that bitch while I play Bryson Tiller. She wanna do all my dope she know that I am the dealer baby girl you know I don’t know Coke im off the Ecstasy I love the feeling, drugs is not pressed cus I got me a script
Peeing out codeine I purpled my piss
3 bands for the wok I ain’t buying no tris
Yeah I’m pouring that shit , I’m pouring that shit
2 cups stuffed and I’m sippen all this shit
She gon suck this dick suck all that shit
And the head so good had to call that bitch
Bout to trade in the bimmer I want me a range and using no signal when I’m switching lanes
I shop at no signal when I’m in the A
Shooter in the back and he
Shooter in back and holding the K
Louis V frames can’t do no cartiers
Walk into chase and I’m breaking the bank
Pretty bitches popping out
Pretty bitches popping out.
Pretty bitches popping out
Pretty bitch is popping out. Yeah I got em in a truck pretty bitches hopping out. She said she from the east but she live in his south. I don’t care where you live. I ain’t going to your house. I swear these bitches don’t mean nothing to me. They just won’t pull up and buss it for me I thought we was friends now you fucking on me? She want to cuddle put the covers on me. I know you loving on me. She came to my crib for a week and we lit. She sniffed so much Coke had to buy her brick i like girls that like girls yeah the ones that get lit I put diamonds and pearls on my neck and my wrist. Ain’t splitin no check cus a Nigga too rich ain’t sharing No bitch yeah I’m so selfish.

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