CERTII

Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin'
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
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You haven't seen shit
St. Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist

All of my diamonds, live from dungeon, got new percocet (woah woah)
Freak electric, I connected, probably I can hit (woah woah)
Fuck is you kidding me? I only fell in love the jewellеry (woah woah)
Smokin' the hella strongest, lil bitch I do foolеry (woah woah)
Send a couple bitches to my crib, I don't need that shit
Spent a couple dollas for my jeans, I don't fit that shit
Free my brotha brothas, I still tryin' to couple hits (woah woah)
Keep my hunnit thousand I just want that couple tits (woah woah)

Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin'
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Run it
Add it
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You haven't seen shit
St Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist

Give me head, head, head, head, head, head
Anywhere, where, where, where
Suckin' like vamp, vamp, vamp, vamp
She like a bat, bat, bat, bat, bat

Bitch keep beggin'
Oh oh oh oh
I'm bout to
Hit it from top
I'm bout to
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Baby let that smoke
My pocket goin' fatter um
1999 what the fuck was happenin'
All my brothers never die what you talkin' about it
Yeah, back to Tokyo hit the gas and shit I'm on it
Back in the day used to hit her now I ain't playin'
All these pussy ass corny hoes
Never touch this shit again
Prada girl put that ring bling yeah I'm with my chain
I'm certified bitch already know about it

Ride bitch
I'm that certified
Certified bitch yeah
I'm certified
Hoe, certified bitch, yeah I'm certified
Worryin' bout nothin'
And she work that 9 to 5
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Run it
Add it
Add it
Add it
You haven't seen shit
St Laurent jeans
Patek on my wrist