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touch yo toes - sinrz lyrics

[chorus: fl!ck]
me and twin, foggin’ up the bando
eyes locked shut and my heart froze
b*tch argue with me, block her, case closed
told shawty, “bend it over,” yeah, “touch your toes”
man, them pre*rolls ass, let me smoke my weed
b*tch, i’m geeked out my mind, yeah, i’m with the trees
bit*b*tch throwing ass, hands on her knees
bands flying like it’s fall, would have thought it’s leaves

[verse 1: fl!ck]
paranoid and i’m dumb, i forgot my keys
me and bro at the function, and we got to leave
push up just to f*ck, but i ain’t on that sh*t
got a bad b*tch, begging for me, ass split
she want plastic, took her got her ass did, yeah
h*lla hoes on me, way too quick to flash tits, yeah
shawty hate my lifestyle, i’m a bad kid, yeah
she gon’ love it when i get my money rappin’, yeah
poppin out with different types of denim, match it with some ricks
shawty layin’ on the bed she geekin’ out, rolling on x
sinrz ridin round with baby dracs’, posted up with sticks
sinrz, they gon’ let the haters hate, keep on makin’ hits
yeah we goin hard, it ain’t no race, get up in the mix
this a custom fur jacket, you ain’t seen before my fl!cks
d*mn my shawty family trollin’, i was smokin thought i was schiz’
young fl!ck movin’ different, had to cut it off, i cut that sh*t
you a p*ssy, you won’t do nun, yeah i’m walkin’ through your city
take yo shawty, now she comin to the ‘e’, but just to visit
i know motherf*ckers down in daleville, that’ll get you messy
sinrz watch we gon’ start raining down h*ll, you a p*ssy
[verse 2: bryce]
i know ghetto b*tches in my school, they constantly tryna f*ck me
n*ggas tryna do this rap sh*t, you ain’t cool, b*tch, you ain’t lucky
i told shawty, “touch yo’ toes and bend it over,” gotta touch me
n*gga think he hard but he ain’t never did no f*ckin’ bumping
why y’all n*ggas always talkin ’bout the same ho?
pour up drank and it’s thick like some queso
b*tch i’m mixing wok’ with cotton candy faygo
b*tch i’m flying out to places that you can’t go
sinrz always going up, like that’s the main goal
she gon’ push up, then we f*ck, then it’s case closed
i got paper in my pockets, you talkin’ fives, i’m talkin’ hundreds
i got the fye’ right in my pocket, always shooting, always clutching

- sinrz lyrics

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