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Chuck Taylor
Connor Price & Siri
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Yeah, ayy, look (One hunnid) I got the moves like Michael, the flow like Aubrey Walkin' 'round thinkin' I'm a prince like Saudi Mismatch Converse, T-shirt's tucked in Know my worth, can't tell me nothin' White Nikes, albino, can't cop my Steelo Head to the top, bottom line, it's a motto Hot like a Cheeto, Bengaluru lingo Countin' my digits, see me handin' out bingo Okay, the shoes Chuck Taylor, the suits got tailored I'ma write it off, it don't matter what it cost us Wife got me managed, the fam got percentage My whole circle really got Ms like Mazda Woah, I've been the one, they catchin' on now Yeah, had to unlock since we were locked down Yeah, my stats are up, they never gone down Said they wasn't interested, but now they wanna talk now (Yeah, ayy, woah) Not avail', leave a message right at the beep, please Metaphorically, one bullet is all that I need, see (Yeah) Takin' my shot, I need only one (Woah) Just like a hole-in-one (Yeah), or like the golden gun New flows unlocked, who supposed to mop? Too close to hop Please don't touch, just look, you supposed to watch You stole the spot, new clothes and watch, who closed the shop? Shut it down every time, two shows and stop I got the moves like Michael, the flow like Aubrey Walkin' 'round thinkin' I'm a prince like Saudi Mismatch Converse, T-shirt's tucked in Know my worth, can't tell me nothin' White Nikes, albino, can't cop my Steelo Head to the top, bottom line, it's a motto Hot like a Cheeto, Bengaluru lingo Countin' my digits, see me handin' out bingo Break a leg, feel like I'm a centipede Bring my hunnid to the table, always be the centerpiece They play lot of games, but no one'll level me Like Mario, Luigi, we be bouncin' off the keys (Woo, woo) Yeah, I'm feelin' like a star Bringin' it raw, but I got it all charred (Woo) Come so far, now I live on Mars (Brrt) Smooth like a paper cut, and I spit across time zones my stone (My stone) than the idols (Than the idols) no white phone I'm a catalyst, top of the list Cannot top, only know my bit, I roll in dark abyss No bark at this, turn 'em into optimists You could be around the globe but just balk at this Look, I got the moves like Michael, the flow like Aubrey Walkin' 'round thinkin' I'm a prince like Saudi Mismatch Converse, T-shirt's tucked in Know my worth, can't tell me nothin' White Nikes, albino, can't cop my Steelo Head to the top, bottom line, it's a motto Hot like a Cheeto, Bengaluru dingo Countin' my digits, see me handin' out bingo
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