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Pre chorus (Alonzo) :
You’re going broke trying to buy Ruinart
Whenever there’s girls around you start acting weird
Don’t try to act like a big shot with your cigar
Wallah that we’ve been handling guns since little
You owe money but you’re out partying
Stop begging like a bum for a blunt
Coucou, she’s giving the green light
I bet she’ll end up in the Mercedes

Chorus (Soolking) :
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything, lala lala la

1st verse (Alonzo) :
We arrive, 37 deep, we’re relaxing
Glass of Jack, the tab will be expensive
It’s the 27th of the month, come, I’ll pay your rent for you
Jet set, I have enough money to drown them
Booty call, that’s just what I needed
Have you seen my face ? I’m only good at thuggin
I’ve got bars of hash, you’re only good at slangin
Hechek, I’ll finish them all off this year, ok
Pre chorus (Alonzo) :
You’re going broke trying to buy Ruinart
Whenever there’s girls around you start acting weird
Don’t try to act like a big shot with your cigar
Wallah that we’ve been handling guns since little
You owe money but you’re out partying
Stop begging like a bum for a blunt
Coucou, she’s giving the green light
I bet she’ll end up in the Mercedes

Chorus (Soolking) :
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything, lala lala la

2nd verse (Soolking) :
Drunk, you’re crying in front of the bar
Because she told you bye bye
You were acting like a Qatari in front of the girl
She ruined you, now you have nada
Eh, it’s over homie, eh, nothing, nada
Eh, it’s over homie, eh, nothing, nada
Why are you lying you imbecile ?
You’re walking out of the club with empty pockets
That gold digger screwed you over
And she hustles for my homie
That’s the idea, we’re after those tax havens like Johnny Hallyday
And on our asses, there’s whores, haters and the cops
Chorus (Soolking) :
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
She caught your attention
Her fat ass is magic
You became weak
And you won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything (refuse her anything)
You won’t refuse her anything, lala lala la

Outro (Soolking) :
You won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything
Bitch you won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything
You won’t refuse her anything