Lil Raven — XXI

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Brand new coupe, matte black
Brand new bih’, her ass fat
Twenty-one racks, blackjack
Spend a bag, get it back
Cuban link wet, wrist on splash
Pop some bottles, pop them tags
Twenty-one models, they all bad
I want M&Ms, no snack

Drop the top on them, I make them see
Baby, she want me to hit
I just want head like a weave
VVS diamonds, you know they shinin’, they too bright, they makin’ me squint
I know these racks gettin’ big
Model bitch, she gonna pose for a pic
I throw them racks in the backdrop
They pockets flat like a laptop
I beat the pussy like bad cops
I might buy her some ass shots
Off some Cartier, I make the back drop
Cookin’ up like I’m whippin’ the crackpot
These niggas on cap, they on caps-lock
They mad, they mad I got no lock, no cap
Hop out the back of big body
These acne jeans, these ain’t no Ed Hardy (facts)
You ridin’ in coach, I’m first-class sippin’ some Rose (rosé)
I’m spendin’ these racks, I’m gettin’ bored, I’m startin’ to wish I was broke

Brand new coupe, matte black
Brand new bih’, her ass fat
Twenty-one racks, blackjackDrop
Spend a bag, get it back
Cuban link wet, wrist on splash
Pop some bottles, pop them tags
Twenty-one models, they all bad
I want M&Ms, no snack (ok)

Brand new coupe, matte black
Brand new bih’, her ass fat
Twenty-one racks, blackjackDrop
Spend a bag, get it back
Cuban link wet, wrist on splash
Pop some bottles, pop them tags
Twenty-one models, they all bad
I want M&Ms, no snack (ok)