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Paroles de Fortune Teller

Interprètes MondoLul CJYxnglionEsmond WilliamsChase Carraway

Paroles de la chanson Fortune Teller par Mondo lyrics officiel

Fortune Teller est une chanson en Anglais

Eh heh, she’s a eh heh,
Eh heh, she’s a eh heh,

Air head, she’s a red head, call her Wendy,
Eh heh, she do the bare face, rocking Fenty,
Eh heh, they call me bread head, getting plenty,
Eh heh, the team red dead, leave you dead meat,
Go to Philly chill with AK, that’s my bestie,
Studio pulling all nighters, no resting,
Tour dates with MB, interesting,
AP yessirski, refreshing,
The mondo chain shine like bling bling,
I don’t wanna know what you’re thinking,
Cuban on a Cuban they are linking,
Diamonds gonna dance like spring fling,
Me and CJ make it do what it do,
Talking like you popping nigga who the fuck are you?,
Big bankroll what the kid thumbing through,
And the money counter can’t count fast as me oouu,
Air head, she’s a red head, call her Wendy,
Eh heh, she do the bare face, rocking Fenty,
Eh heh, they call me bread head, getting plenty,
Eh heh, the team red dead, leave you dead meat,
Air head, she’s a red head, call her Wendy,
Eh heh, she do the bare face, rocking Fenty,
Eh heh, they call me bread head, getting plenty,
Eh heh, the team red dead, leave you dead meat,
When I was young I used to drop shit and now I’m moving steady,
My bitch know I’m up a quarter mil’, but she ain’t got a penny,
She can’t have me for a lifetime she tryna rent me,
The label gave me a package deal, look at what they sent me,
Forty racks for the pendant on my neck I got plenty,
Got hit with the glick and went to heaven so he had a entry,
My lawyer’s daughter tried to take me out I think her name Mackenzie,
She said she can’t be my wife though cause I’m kinda friendly,
We be sweeping opps, get a broom cause this shit get messy,
I know that nigga diamonds fake as hell, them bitches screaming test me,
I hit you with twenty pounds if you moving fifty,
My fingers pressing on a hundred racks a nigga held it gently,
Me and Mal slid on a nigga block made it a frenzy,
Lil dog took off with the bag so I called up Kenny,
Ridin’ round with diamond AP and a purple Bentley,
A young nigga with two watches on his wrist I know they hate me,
Air head, she’s a red head, call her Wendy,
Eh heh, she do the bare face, rocking Fenty,
Eh heh, they call me bread head, getting plenty,
Eh heh, the team red dead, leave you dead meat,
Air head, she’s a red head, call her Wendy,
Eh heh, she do the bare face, rocking Fenty,
Eh heh, they call me bread head, getting plenty,
Eh heh, the team red dead, leave you dead meat
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