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Fudge - Low Steppa Remix - Edit
IDRIS, Eliza Legzdina, Low Steppa
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Give it that
Give it that
Yeah, they heard of how I move
They want my style and that's the truth
Champagne spillin' in the booth
While I dance to my own tunes
I got karats on my tooth
And I look good so he got news
Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof
But he sends me nudes
Self-esteem is through the roof
He's in a mood
Forgive his attitude
We fill the cup, know how we do
Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh
Little bit wild, live at the zoo
I'm not his wife, but he still approves
You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove
Who the F is, who the fudge is that?
Give it that
Own my own lane
Hamilton with the five hundred miles per hour in the rain
And I ain't slowin' down no time soon, man
'Cause I can't find the brakes
Championships with the big gold cup
And the six audacious rings
Sprayin' champagne from a bottle
With my name engraved on the side like a king
Me and my girl in the back of the PJ
Headin' for the weekend fling
That's that Boasty rap
But I can boast and back this ting
Return of the Mack like Morrison
Mark my words when I do my ting
See them scan my moves and they keep askin' like
Who the F is, who the fudge is that?
Yeah, they heard of how I move
While I dance to my own tunes
Champagne spillin' in the booth
I got karats on my tooth
And I look good so he got news
Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof
But he sends me nudes
Self-esteem is through the roof
He's in a mood
Forgive his attitude
We fill the cup, know how we do
Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh
Little bit wild, live at the zoo
I'm not his wife, but he still approves
You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove