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[Intro]
Census, what you cookin'?

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me", she on read
She don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it
For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
Put my ice on, give me confidence, for real (For real)
Made lots of income, got me comin' out my deals (Yes sir)
Don't wanna hear you complain if you ain't payin' no bills (No)
Don't let them take your spot, there's a lot of girls that will

[Verse: NAV]
Tell me your secrets on molly (Molly)
Racks in my pocket, like Polly
All the shit you be starting to bother me
Am I coming back? I don't know, probably
When she naggin', I don't give my ear (No ear)
Shorty start crying as if I care
Truth be told she ain't goin' no where
These bitches weren't there when I came up
Shorty want me 'cause I'm famous (Famous)
My crib full of lions, can't tame us
She go down at the party, can't blame us (Yeah, yeah)
Midnight slidin' on an opp block
Chop make them dance, make them pop lock (Pop, pop)
Bought it in cash when my card dropped
I got some shit make your jaw lock (Yes sir)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me", she on read
She don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it
For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real

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