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Artiste : Aminé (Rap US)
Titre : HICCUP
B-Bossed up, yeah
Bossed, hey!

[Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)

You don´t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain´t ´bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
I don´t trust no one (no one)
My wrist is lookin frozen (ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (it´s cold)
I re-e-ewind (woah)

[Post-Hook: Aminé]
Gave her dick and then I split (yeah), mhm (hee!)
Workin´ like I got a shift (yeah), mhm (ayy)
Youngest nigga poppin´ shit (yeah), mhm (uh-huh)
Don´t want no kids, that´s bad as shit (yeah), yeah (no way!)
Had my whole life give and go (yeah), mhm (true true)

24, on 24s (yeah), mhm (skrrt!)
Diamonds on my bi-i-ih (yeah), mhm (on my bitch)
That´s drip all on my wri-i-ist (yeah), mhm (uh, on my wrist, yeah, yeah)

[Aminé]
Ass fat (thick!), yeah
Bring it right back (hey)
I´m-I´m in the VIP, ´cause they pay me for this shit
I´ma be here if it´s be here, that´s your car note on my wrist (huh?)

[Aminé]
My wrist sore (my wrist), my wrist sore (my wrist)
You don´t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)

No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain´t ´bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
I don´t trust no one (no one), my wrist is lookin´ frozen (ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (it´s cold)
I re-e-ewind (woah)

[Post-Hook: Aminé]
Gave her dick and then I split (yeah, yeah, fuck a Birkin, yeah, yeah)
Workin´ like I got a shift (yeah, yeah, puttin´ work in, yeah, yeah)
Youngest nigga poppin´ shit (yeah, yeah, bitch I´m certain, yeah)
Don´t want no kids that´s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)

24, now 24 (Yeah, it´s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That´s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Yung Gunna ain´t got no friends
Wit ya bitch in the mall and spent a couple bands
Don´t talk at all ain´t into shakin´ hands
She offer me some pussy, mouth and ass
My first baguettes are lookin´ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (mhm)

[ Aminé]
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm