K. Swisha - Biebervelli (Prod. by KSwisha) lyrics

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K. Swisha - Biebervelli (Prod. by KSwisha) lyrics

[Intro] Yuh,YFM Shoutout Biebervelli [Hook] Couple thotties in the coup like I'm Biebervelli All my clothes cost a rack like I'm Biebervelli Tatted chest never rest like I'm Biebervelli Got a girl from Mexico like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Phone won't stop buzzin like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Money bussin out my wallet Like I'm Biebervelli [Verse 1] All these women love me like I'm Biebervelli I don't ever FaceTime but you could called on my celly My momma raised me right so I don't ever kiss and telly My new girl get me off while I'm boolin watching belly uhh First I hit it Then she chill While she pop pills If she throwing it around then I drop bills Skrr skrr on the highway goin too quick I couldn't settle for jus one I need two chicks She gettin' around Yo girl is feelin' my sound She came and she brought me a pound I swear that she always been down She come and I feel on the booty She makin me prouder than Trudy She judgin me like she a Judy She off of them xans and the Lucy Hunnnit dolla bills jus to buy a Big Mac She not from Dallas but she know jus how to jig that 5'8 I can't see over the big stacks Magic city and I know jus where all the tricks at Pull up pull pull up Know I got the ride Brrr brrrr skrr skrr Phone jumpin and it's off the line Gotta thick chick And she imported What is her name? That's not important [Bridge] You already know where I am New Biebervelli Reincarnated Let's go YFM [Hook] Couple thotties in the coup like I'm Biebervelli All my clothes cost a rack like I'm Biebervelli Tatted chest never rest like I'm Biebervelli Got a girl from Mexico like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Phone won't stop buzzin like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Like I'm Biebervelli Money bussin out my wallet Like I'm Biebervelli [Verse 2] If she throwing neck Imma catch it pull up smash You countin all Ya problems I'm countin all my cash I'm movin on to mo money like I'm Stacy dash Get a clue I got money like Steve Nash Balmain jeans Wit the Chelsea boots You say you know the plug? Well we in cahoots I got one whiiip tint dark black paint When I step up on the stage all the groupies faint No I don't lie Ya boyfriend is k**in the vibe YFM my only tribe Ya girl is in AJ Bray hive She want it cause she know I'm rich She diggin like she in a ditch I think that I'm will smith in hitch She throwing like its a pitch We trapping it outta the uber She gimme the go and I do her She feelin all over my fluter I hit it then I gotta boot her Uhh I like my cars and my cards in the all black I got the Alexander wang and the hat to match [Outro] Yuh YFM Still in It You know we never foldin' Always holding We too coldin'

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