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Akim Chan Bol
Akim Chan Bol
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Lyrics

Who are you?
Man, I be that pretty motherfucker, man
Hot boy
Hot boy bring the heat
I'm the man, don't compete
Shawty bad, she a freak
Shawty bad left me weak
I'm tryna fuck like every week
She send a snap, she wanna streak
She think she wifey, shawty please
She on her knees begging please
(Switch it up)
These bitches ain't it
These bitches ain't shit
These bitches stay lit
I'm busy getting rich
She busy on dick
She busy taking pics
Cause I'm the top pick
Yeah, I'm the topic
Of discussion, she talking Russian
Control it like Putin
Why you rushing
Slow it like we cooking
You see me bussing
She took it like it's pudding (Yeah)
You **** can't compete, god damn
You **** ain't complete
Understand, man, I came from
The streets, understand, man, I came to
Compete (Hot boy)
Hot boy bring the heat
I'm the man, don't compete
Shawty bad, she a freak
Shawty bad left me weak
Hot boy bring the heat
I'm the man, don't compete
Shawty bad, she a freak
Shawty bad left me weak
Written by: Akim Chan Bol
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