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Alan Peck
Alan Peck
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I told bnyx
I told bnyx
I told bnyx, put me on they'll get obsessed
An i got- yea u get stretched
Pull up and get stretched
Okay, I'm just in my head
Okay, I'm just in my head
I get to that guap, Take an extra step
I walk up to the guap, I took that extra step
An you ain't do it, That's what y'all got left
I ain't stressin' bout a check
Know I'm finna get it
On top of that gon get neck
Said on top of that, know I'm finna get neck
She gave the top, It felt like I was on a jetpack
I was in the sky so long, I end up getting jet lag
We can bet that, Where yo head at
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
It ain't much to say, deuce deuce to his face
Crucify the place
Devious, stole a hunnid
Dev- Devious, it's like i'm a museum
Devious stole the money
Jus been throwing up so much money
I told bnyx
You signed me, then I won't go out dummy
I told bnyx
You link with me, we gon' make so muh money
I told bnyx
If I was you, then I would put me on next
I told bnyx
You make a beat for me, I triple cross it
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
I told bnyx
Written by: Alan Peck
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