1017 (feat. Gucci Mane And Yung Mal) - Paroles de la Chanson de Asian Doll

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I pulled up in my Rarri, it astonished
I just wanna, I just wanna stun 'em
I'm so hot that I broke the thermometer
My drip just overflowed please call the janitor

Free my nigga, they gave him a column
And guess whose gon' get jumping out the counters
I'm the CEO, the artist, and the manager
I'm so hot, I'm like a candle, bruh
Call your stylist every night, you need to cancel her
My whip the tech, just call your phone, the truck, I'm pulling up
Dirty my name up, they dragged my shit all in the mud
I'm tryna whip the dope and hold the pot, you hold a dud
I gave my suffer up, cause nobody would show me love
Ice on my, in my wrist, my, is frozen up
See I'm a Boulder Crest nigga, best selling boulders
Fifty five semi will knock your head straight off your shoulders

I pulled up in my Rarri, it astonished
I just wanna, I just wanna stun 'em
I'm so hot that I broke the thermometer
My drip just overflowed please call the janitor
I pulled up in my Rarri, it astonished
I just wanna, I just wanna stun 'em
I'm so hot that I broke the thermometer
My drip just overflowed please call the janitor

I still not just hit the spot I'm throwing babies over the banister
I get that bag, I run it back, I feel like Deuce MccAllister
I got that sack, I upped the standards, niggas ain't in my caliber
I'm from Canada, y'all niggas hot like candles
Shit, then light it up
Price is going up, just need my icy double cup
Guwop told me get this fetty, fuck it, now I'm rich as fuck
Ran back, semi, Bentley truck, Asian roll that window up
Smoking back to back to back, got me stuck, diamonds, yuh, yuh
Run through the cans like a propeller
Straight out the trap, I'm a real seller
Tried to go big, but he went bankrupt
Go hard, nigga don't never give up
Yeah, skrt, skrt, pull up
1017 on my neck, got me lit up
Iceberg cold, froze be lit up
On my way up, no sit up

I'm just looking in the mirror at a pretty young street bitch
AK forty seven, left that nigga on the concrete
You better come correct, I'm acing bitches on the front street
Icing out my hoes, cause it get cold, Eskimo season
Gold tags, fucking a bag
Diamonds they eating, you saying you fat
Shot-shot call, hundred K in cash
I'm cooling these niggas, I'm mean like a cat
Big hands, count up the M's
Fuck that baby, just fucked my friends
Say she wants it, all my drip, my swag, my flow, my way, my shoes
I'm so hot, hot, all these bands they drop, drop
Don't shop in no [?], the chopper dancing, pop lock
Smoking gold and moon rocks
Pop out with my rasta
Racks on me, they ta-da
That nigga won't fuck, like nada

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