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Pinkeye - BELLAGIOO Lyrics



Pinkeye - BELLAGIOO Lyrics




Girl you like that huh huh you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

Ya ya ya ya

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Tuck in boots , Balenciaga
I got bad bitches on waitlist more
Imma run at the speed girl you send me code
I got wet bitches yeah they tippy toe

She don't know my name yeh I just sent the code
F*ck the club up yeh we @Bellagio
She said we gon marry it's just La Vegas
I just gave her diamond ring on check with tat

Pull up in the spyder sliding in girl you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Im big dog boi you just a mouse so stack 'em out
I just write a song a min on a couch zoning wow
Everybody high like sci fi up in my house yeh
Boi I'm calling out you drop another song

F*ck the 12 yeh we goin in and then chaos
Yeh she hitting me like flashbacks I can live with that
I just sent a limousine yeh all in black
You don't need a Uber imma send you back
She said don't you like the coochie I said Ten
Then she asking money for the Chanel pant
Yeh I just bought her brand new birkin what she want

Pull up in the spyder sliding in girl you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Running in the city yeh we crusing like a steve
I don't write the poems boi but bitches like the taste
All my homie got me yeh we don't like to chase
When we do the prey yeh boi you better sail

In the club we banging yeh you don't get the pay
Cut the light out yeh I'm coming on the stage
Running to a CTR what you running out of fame
Why you playing safe ain't you biggest in the game haha
When I eat the steak yeh boi you lick the plate
And I shoot my shot hit it like a brick
Shooters on the way yeh boi you pull up ayayayay
Benjamin on strippers yeh I balling like im James
AP on my wrist yah chrome heart on my neck
Step outside the bmer yeh bitches like to chase
Ain't you biggest in the game boi you better play
Ain't you biggest in the game boi you better play
Stacking all my music up boi I'm bout to kill
Dripping all my beats bitches bout to chase

I drop the 20 thousands cuz my bitch want front seat with me
Ya f*ck everybody complain
F*ck everybody so cheap

Run it back if you don't understand
Home boys don't f*ck with you man
Don't come with attitude bad
Cuz I could get violence

Murder me but I got reincarnated
F*ck what you say ya I'm coming in
Crash out the door ya with chopper in hand Crash out the door ya with chopper in hand

Cranking your neck like KHABIB in the ring
Tap on my shoulder but not breathing in
Tap on my shoulder but not breathing in
F*ck what you say ya I'm coming in heat
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English

Girl you like that huh huh you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

Ya ya ya ya

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Tuck in boots , Balenciaga
I got bad bitches on waitlist more
Imma run at the speed girl you send me code
I got wet bitches yeah they tippy toe

She don't know my name yeh I just sent the code
F*ck the club up yeh we @Bellagio
She said we gon marry it's just La Vegas
I just gave her diamond ring on check with tat

Pull up in the spyder sliding in girl you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Im big dog boi you just a mouse so stack 'em out
I just write a song a min on a couch zoning wow
Everybody high like sci fi up in my house yeh
Boi I'm calling out you drop another song

F*ck the 12 yeh we goin in and then chaos
Yeh she hitting me like flashbacks I can live with that
I just sent a limousine yeh all in black
You don't need a Uber imma send you back
She said don't you like the coochie I said Ten
Then she asking money for the Chanel pant
Yeh I just bought her brand new birkin what she want

Pull up in the spyder sliding in girl you like that
When I talking to you from the text girl you type back
When I looking at you in the club girl you strike back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she got yeh she sent back

When I text in dm girl you write it back
When I lookin at you girl you strike it back
Side bitch mad that all the gifts she sent it back

Running in the city yeh we crusing like a steve
I don't write the poems boi but bitches like the taste
All my homie got me yeh we don't like to chase
When we do the prey yeh boi you better sail

In the club we banging yeh you don't get the pay
Cut the light out yeh I'm coming on the stage
Running to a CTR what you running out of fame
Why you playing safe ain't you biggest in the game haha
When I eat the steak yeh boi you lick the plate
And I shoot my shot hit it like a brick
Shooters on the way yeh boi you pull up ayayayay
Benjamin on strippers yeh I balling like im James
AP on my wrist yah chrome heart on my neck
Step outside the bmer yeh bitches like to chase
Ain't you biggest in the game boi you better play
Ain't you biggest in the game boi you better play
Stacking all my music up boi I'm bout to kill
Dripping all my beats bitches bout to chase

I drop the 20 thousands cuz my bitch want front seat with me
Ya f*ck everybody complain
F*ck everybody so cheap

Run it back if you don't understand
Home boys don't f*ck with you man
Don't come with attitude bad
Cuz I could get violence

Murder me but I got reincarnated
F*ck what you say ya I'm coming in
Crash out the door ya with chopper in hand Crash out the door ya with chopper in hand

Cranking your neck like KHABIB in the ring
Tap on my shoulder but not breathing in
Tap on my shoulder but not breathing in
F*ck what you say ya I'm coming in heat
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Writer: Hein Htet Aung
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Pinkeye
Language: English
Length: 4:40
Written by: Hein Htet Aung
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