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lirik lagu trance – young stoner life

[intro: karlae]
touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me (yo, b*tch, i’m the big balenciaga mama)
touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me (been bringin’ the drama, big don dada, you can’t even name a b*tch hotter than this)
queen sh*t, bring him down to his knee sh*t, you know what the f*ck i’m talking ’bout, lil’ b*tch
pimps down, hoes up, you feel me? (it’s that trappin n london for sure)

[post*chorus: yung bleu]
when she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh, ooh, ooh)
tried to slide on a n*gga and i heard he got caught up with the rest (grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh), she a bad b*tch, gotta get the best
f*ckin’ on the cloud, got her pilotin’ the jet (skrrt), balenciaga mama in the ‘vette (skrrt)
tryna slide on a n*gga and i heard she got caught up with the rest

[verse 1: karlae]
new shoes, i done jimmy*ed my choos, you can’t walk like this, you can’t even talk like this
i’ma boss*ass b*tch, let a b*tch throw dirt on my name, i’ma get the b*tch rocked like chris
can’t stop my drip, i’ve been flexin’ on my opps like this
i’ma put it on, no off switch
put this sh*t on every day, i got these hoes drownin’ tryna ride the wave, yeah
you won’t get a cinderella, you better be comin’ with purses and chains
he got him a new addition and you knowin’ karlae be the one to blame, shame
these b*tches thought that they was in my lane, think they compare, these hoes must be insane
he say he want a b*tch with perfect shape, well, baby, no need to look the other way
[chorus: karlae]
hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, i’ma pop my sh*t, you know i’ma pop my sh*t
he say, “d*mn, baby, you done got some ass on you”, he love how i make it dance, put ’em in a trance like this
good frame on me, can’t get close ‘less you comin’ with a check, spend your bag on this
need the cartier shades with the rollie iced out and i need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

[verse 2: yung bleu]
i can’t show you how to cook, you gotta know how to cook (you gotta know how to cook)
i know how to make it look, i do this sh*t by the book (sh*t by the book)
she said she wanna a new ass and titties, i told her, “it’s already booked” (booked)
she wanna f*ck in the dark, told her cut on the light ’cause i like how it look (ooh)
got on dope boy nikes when i f*ck, got a black four*five and you know it’s on tuck
she a freak, she can suck, she can f*ck, with her t**th, she know how to make love
beat the p*ssy like terminator, spread her like exterminator
hunnid racks stacked on the table, brrah, name in the papers

[chorus: karlae]
hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, i’ma pop my sh*t, you know i’ma pop my sh*t
he say, “d*mn, baby, you done got some ass on you”, he love how i make it dance, put ’em in a trance like this
good frame on me, can’t get close ‘less you comin’ with a check, spend your bag on this
need the cartier shades with the rollie iced out and i need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist
[post*chorus: yung bleu]
when she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh, ooh, ooh)
tried to slide on a n*gga and i heard he got caught up with the rest (grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh), she a bad b*tch, gotta get the best
f*ckin’ on the cloud, got her pilotin’ the jet (skrrt), balenciaga mama in the ‘vette (skrrt)
tryna slide on a n*gga and i heard she got caught up with the rest

[outro: karlae & yung bleu]
touch me, tease me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
touch me, tease me (ooh, ooh, ooh, grrah)
skrrt, skrrt

- young stoner life

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