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Olive lyrics

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Olive song lyrics by TiaCorine official

Olive is a song in English

(BNYX)

Came from the pit like olive
Now a nigga chicken in the tikka masala
Red flag, ain't paid for the product
Tried take that, took a baseball bat to the collarbone
Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold
That bitch ass nigga remind me of
Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs
And I ate, I'm paid, I don't need no hugs
Frankly frank, I don't need no dub
Real ass nigga when they see me fuck
Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun
I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug

Don't be scared, don't see me run, yeah, I ball, nigga can't CB4
Look in the mirror, I see C4
Gotta pop them pills, gotta hide the coke
Gotta wear cargo, pockets full of oxy
Car full of bitches' bout to eat me up
Look at me stuck in the middle of the aquarium
I'm a solar flare, ain't gotta heat me up
Blowin' on bagpipe like she Scottish
Don't need Scotty to beam me up
Nigga need a bypass
Bitch took all my heart, and she ain't even finna read me up

Tip toes, she cannot reach me
Blonde little bitch pushin' buttons, Dee Dee
Ride through yo' city, yo' aunt show me titty
That shit gettin' gritty, yo' pussy too teeny
My shit be too fat, it don't fit in bikini
I fold a ho up like some bread, it's panini
Yo' nigga a weenie
He think that shit hard and I think that shit easy, get busy
You cop what I cop but don't make you my twizzy
She make it pop, soda, fizzy
She got a dump with that truck, Lizzy
Money be flippin', it make a ho dizzy
She finna cry when she see me, no kizzy
I know it's deeper than water, you fishy
You wanna fuck with the gang but that's iffy
Bitch I got bread, I got cake, Jiffy

Trappers like to get rugged and risky
Nigga on the ground for the crab leg mickeys
Ain't 'bout cash flow, dollar sign, that's where you missed me
Shoot the whole clip, ain't hefty, it's empty
Rollin' with Tia, she pretty impala
I pop at his head, he don't pop no collar
Won't get no sleep, yeah, that's my motto
Gettin' dollar after dollar after dollar after dollar

Came from the pit like olive
Now a nigga chicken in the tikka masala
Red flag, ain't paid for the product
Tried take that, took a baseball bat to the collarbone
Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold
That bitch ass nigga remind me of
Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs
And I ate, I'm paid, I don't need no hugs
Frankly frank, I don't need no dub
Real ass nigga when they see me fuck
Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun
I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Benjamin Saint Fort, Tia Thompson-Shults, Walter Moszel Williams
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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