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lirik lagu valentine dalla - puff pass

[chorus: valentine dalla]
yo, puff puff, pass (uh)
smoking that dope, filling up the gas (uh)
excuse me, i’m coming through (uh)
y2k baddie, throw you b~tches off roofs (yah)

[verse 1: valentine dalla, chance connor]
ladidadida, chica soy linda
juicy couture, exported from india
viva la vida, loco un poco
that’s just my genesis

i’m in love with the coco
have you ever seen a bad~baddie like me?
i don’t think so

sound exotic, look aerotic (ah)
too cheeked up, my jeans won’t even fit (no)
go~got that peach body, d the size of my tits

d~mn, cees
don’t mind that i’m lit (don’t mind me)
we getting live, guess it’s time that i remind them i’m him
got the patek on wrist, bl!ck the side of the hip
she gеtting turned on safe to say we liking thе drip
ladi dadi, ladi to the dadi dee
all about my dollar, it’s common sense to come outta me (true)
exes want attention, it’s obvi i’m a commodity
it’s valentine, cees, the dalla sign dynasty (talk to ’em)

stop talking i’m back and
stop with the back talk
mask off, cats out the bag and
you’re getting ragdolled

give ’em a minimum dose
when i get it, and hit it and go
i be the k!lla, i feel like a villain
and i gotta feeling that i’m about to blow, like

[chorus: valentine dalla]
yo, puff pass
smoking that dope, filling up the gas
excuse me, i’m coming through
y2k baddie, throw you b~tches off roofs

[post~chorus: valentine dalla]
ice cream, flavour vanilla
tropical, manila
il mio iphone sempre squilla
lui vuole la sua bimba
[verse 2: valentine dalla]
aye, dalla sign on ya headtop
made my mark, ain’t no social media where i don’t pop
i’m making milli’s just by posting pictures of my back
call me a sl~t, you don’t have to cut some slack

trendsetter (setter), v is the letter (letter)
first female rap nom, what’s the matter? (what is it)
sit down heffa, with your cheap ass sweater (ew)
i see them holes from far away, giving home shelter (pow)

look, i’m not done with these hoes
jeans too tight, got ’em sh~tting i’m the goat
get a knife and cut their throats (ah)
shoot up the party, like we in grove (hahaha)

[chorus: valentine dalla]
yo, puff pass
smoking that dope, filling up the gas
excuse me, i’m coming through
y2k baddie, throw you b~tches off roofs

[post~chorus: valentine dalla]
ice cream, flavour vanilla
tropical, manila
il mio iphone sempre squilla
lui vuole la sua bimba

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