Ride around in them foreigns
Yo bitch yeah she going
I took my watch off yesterday but my wrist is steady glowing
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
Pull up on me my 45 get to slapping
Bullets connect like to phone to a charger, when I get money I'm gone buy Charger
Run to the money like It is my father
Snap on this beat like I'm a mad bitch
Can't trust a soul that of it is average
They ask me how I'm doing this shit I guess you can call it magic
DeAnt the Rapper - Off the Head Lyrics
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Ride around in them foreigns
Yo bitch yeah she going
I took my watch off yesterday but my wrist is steady glowing
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
Pull up on me my 45 get to slapping
Bullets connect like to phone to a charger, when I get money I'm gone buy Charger
Run to the money like It is my father
Snap on this beat like I'm a mad bitch
Can't trust a soul that of it is average
They ask me how I'm doing this shit I guess you can call it magic
Yo bitch yeah she going
I took my watch off yesterday but my wrist is steady glowing
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
We smoking on that platinum, ya lungs start to clapping
Pull up on me my 45 get to slapping
Bullets connect like to phone to a charger, when I get money I'm gone buy Charger
Run to the money like It is my father
Snap on this beat like I'm a mad bitch
Can't trust a soul that of it is average
They ask me how I'm doing this shit I guess you can call it magic
Writer: DeAnthony Parker
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