Hello Sawadika Yeah you know my wrist is cold
Got this time piece from Geneva If you know it then you know
I’m that bitch on your tv And my Ferrari indigo La la Lisa la diva Sawadika there she go
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Who let this bitch out of the cage Move that Get out of the way
Murder, killed that I’m on the case Hands up Now lock me away
Championship They call me the one Whip my shit Like it’s a salon
I throw fits Like highlight clips I aim, I hit Blow smoke off the gun
How many does it take How many does it take How many
How many tryna ride my wave How many want my name How many-
How many got discipline How many comprehend
How many that been where I been How many get me from within
** Catch me in my feelings Up in the sky Baby there’s no ceiling In my mind
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Bang bang Bangkok bang Screaming ‘geng mak’ with my gang
Baht be going in my bank til I’m going out with a bag Thai’d up like I’m booked booked
I’m like hold up let me cook cook Put a show on when I show up doing donuts in a tuktuk
Step on the terrace the rooftop Hop in the back of the chop chop
Like are you coming or what? I’m like the tick on your clock Waking them up
Yes, I’m a trouble fanatic Live for the shock like I’m anaphylactic
Is it too much? Am I overdramatic? Sick I’m too sick better call me a medic
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Hello Sawadika Hello Sawadika Hello Sawadika Hello Sawadika there she go
