Lyrics from Live Performance

[Intro]
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
Wanna tingle my sense? It ain't safe
Snakes slither, I've caught it on their face
Couple long beats, and y'all feeling my pain?
Fuck the neck, bitch, give me that brain
Fuck the fake, don't give me handshakes
Big cribs, she getting misplaced
Big dick, she getting rearranged
She be singing, I call her T-Pain

[Verse 1]
Ballin' since 2016
My dollars in the locker room, bitches Yao Ming (Ay, uh)
My tele got a size two, I drеss celebrant (Uh!)
She sucking on thе cock but I call her Dyson
We not the same, you standing next to me
All of you hoes need beta-carotene
You dead and drained, I change my batteries
In all the pain, I fought the sin
I block the demons, talk to him
I walked again, I dropped again
You missed a shot, I pulled the pin
I pick your thoughts, I smell the bait
You said you hot (Huh)
Ice gonna melt before you globe trot
Y'all humbling, bitch, I let the clothes dry
Plus six two, no it ain't a butt dial
I'm the blueprint, I ain't worried if we both drop
Yo bitch, in my crib sippin' bone broth—
[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
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[Chorus]
Wanna tingle my sense? It ain't safe
Snakes slither, I've caught it on their face
Couple long beats, and y'all feeling my pain?
Fuck the neck, bitch, give me that brain
Fuck the fake, don't give me handshakes
Big cribs, she getting misplaced
Big dick, she getting rearranged
She be singing, I call her T-Pain