GINGER RADIO Cypher

Letra de GINGER RADIO Cypher

GINGER RADIO Cypher All my hunnids blue (Ooh), check the tags, dude (Ooh) Postmates pull up (Ooh), that's my fuckin' food (Ooh) Chick-fil-a, uh (Ooh), Postmates pull up, ayy, uh I don't got nothin' to say, I don't got nothin' to say Love me for life, dog (Yeah), I want Phife Dawg (Yeah) Rappin' like Kevin Abstract (Uh) on this track, dog (Ayy) Nigga, I switch it up (Ayy), pull up a ni***, I hit it up (Ayy) I see the ni*** like, sit it up, you see the coupe and sittin' up Ayy, twenty-fours, on the floor, yeah, you see it, mane (Ayy) Room's clean, it's Houdin', and I pay for them (Uh) Ayy, ayy, master bedroom I got it Yeah, I see the cliff in my closet, uh Man, I got a crib in my closet (Oh!) And I got some ice on my momma (Uh) And I got my momma's on a rocket (Uh) I done be like Merlyn on a rocket (Uh) I don't wanna socket (Shoutout Beza) Shoutout Beza, that's my little sister (Shoutout Florida) Shoutout Florida, I'm the mister (Shoutout Nate Day) Shoutout Nate Day (Uh), ayy He the mister nine-oh-four (Uh, yeah) Pull up on the nine-oh-four (Uh, ayy) With a little nine-oh-four (Uh) (Shout-, shoutout Nick) Okay (That's your dawg), Nick Holiday, that's my dog Pull up on the ni***, like, uh, ayy, I don't even- I can't freestyle no more

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