Correction Lyrics Trance by Yung Bleu

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Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me (Yo, b*t*h, I'm the big Balenciaga mama)
Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me (Been bringin' the drama, big don dada, you can't even name a b*t*h hotter than this)
Queen sh*t, bring him down to his knee sh*t, you know what the f**k I'm talking 'bout, lil' b*t*h
Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me? (It's that Trappin N London for sure)

Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you", he love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a chеck, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shadеs with the Rollie iced out and I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a n***a and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh), she a bad b*t*h, gotta get the best
f**kin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt), Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a n***a and I heard she got caught up with the rest

New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos, you can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this
I'ma boss-ass b*t*h, let a b*t*h throw dirt on my name, I'ma get the b*t*h rocked like Chris
Can't stop my drip, I've been flexin' on my opps like this, I'ma put it on, no off switch
Put this sh*t on every day, I got these hoes drownin’ tryna ride the wave, yeah
You won't get a Cinderella, you better be comin' with purses and chains
He got him a new addition and you knowin' Karlae be the one to blame, shame
These b*t*hes thought that they was in my lane, think they compare, these hoes must be insane
He say he want a b*t*h with perfect shape, well, baby, no need to look the other way

Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you", he love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out and I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

I can't show you how to cook, you gotta know how to cook (You gotta know how to cook)
I know how to make it look, I do this sh*t by the book (sh*t by the book)
She said she wanna a new ass and titties, I told her, "It's already booked" (Booked)
She wanna f**k in the dark, told her cut on the light 'cause I like how it look (Ooh)
Got on dope boy Nikes when I f**k, got a black four-five and you know it's on tuck
She a freak, she can suck, she can f**k, with her teeth, she know how to make love
Beat the pu**y like Terminator, spread her like exterminator
Hunnid racks stacked on the table, brrah, name in the papers

Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you", he love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out and I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, grrah)
Skrrt, skrrt

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