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She got the bomb
When she put on the thong
Ass jiggle with every step when she gone
100 on my wrist
What chu gonna do
When i pull up with the Lamborghini to
Cunning like a fox
And the bitches know
Winner winner chicken dinner
Way too fresh and way too leaner
I'm a big dog you can call me roman
Superman punch put you in a coma
Winner winner
Chicken dinner
Way too fresh
Way too leaner
I'm a big dog you can call me roman
Superman punch put you in a coma
Tinny figure
Big demeanor
Weed dealer I got that titties fever
Best believe it
Yeah
I'm a need it
The way she busts it down dollars on her waist
She got the bomb
When she put on the thong
Ass jiggle with every step when she gone
100 on my wrist
What chu gonna do
When i pull up with the Lamborghini to
Cunning like a fox
And the bitches know
Winner winner chicken dinner
Way too fresh and way too leaner
I'm a big dog you can call me roman
Superman punch put you in a coma
Yeah That's right I'm cunning like a fox
Got all you bitches all over me wanna ride my dick
Whole a lot of money
Got the panties socked
Feeling myself made it to the semi top
All the niggas know I'm always aiming for the top
Got shawtys with me from the morning to the dawn
Always got the bread to buy designer drip
Credit cards never really go declined
All my shawtys always shopped till they drop
Fly on private jets cause I'm just a humble nigga
Whole lotta flexing for things that are just on the way
Yeah got to give myself a reality check
She got the bomb
When she put on the thong
Ass jiggle with every step when she gone
100 on my wrist
What chu gonna do
When i pull up with the Lamborghini to
Cunning like a fox
And the bitches know
Winner winner chicken dinner
Way too fresh and way too leaner
I'm a big dog you can call me roman
Superman punch put you in a coma
WRITERS
Erick Wainaina, Freddy Machara
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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