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Tulooo Fresh - Midas Touch Lyrics



Tulooo Fresh - Midas Touch Lyrics
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[ Featuring B coop ]

Wrist on water slide
Whips in my garage
Million dollar meeting after I get a massage
Bitch you know the vibes
Yeah you know da vibes
Yeah uh
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (Amen)
Knew he won't gone ride (pussy)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
From roaches to Rolex hold that motherf*cka high
I'm making money off the mic got me inspiring hoes (blessed)
Tryna stop me from ballin I'm pissed
I'm comin back with the pliers fasho
I got the touch I'm like Midas with gold
Fire in the hole
Lower you get the higher you go (elevate nigga)
Legal flavors tryna see how much the label bring (Xowl)
Me and paper stick together like I staple things
My nigga real no missed meals on state with greens
Get cut soon as I nut she ain't make the team (Go)
Niggas stupid cause they hate to read (yikes)
I mean slow (damn) either way you niggas ain't my speed
Like the greats how I play the league
And my competitors they fake as f*ck
Rhymes they make up like Maybelline (shhh)
Pray for Uvalde the war is raging like mayday (clear)
He in school with an AK
Cops yelling like wait wait (over)
I'm on my job so daily I'm getting paid today
You ain't close to God my best advice is stay away (f*ck off)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (Amen)
Knew he won't gone ride (pussy)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
From roaches to Rolex hold that motherf*cka high
Them last days was the hardest
I expect the harvest (harvest)
Bank account enlargement
I been practicing largess (largess)
Told shorty if they pull us she gon take the charges
Her heart big plus she ain't the smartest
Bossed up a ton (Boston) mark me as smart
You'd think I cel-tics
My potna make that choppa speak good but he can't spell shit (my nigga)
Act like you paid the cost but you cap (we know what's goin on nigga)
We know you held dick
Bro got a L it might be a wrap least he ain't tell shit
Can't be f*cking with these frail ass niggas (shrimp)
Where you quit that's where you failed at nigga (stupid ass)
F*cking with me gon have some jet lag (we gone)
All you good for is a Chanel bag (simp)
I still ain't met a woman deserving me really (freshhh)
I let her eat me on university city (Blvd)
Next week she said she wanna new purse and some titties (bitch please)
You betta hope they let you start working at chilis (ha)
Trapping out the travelodge (knights inn)
Most these niggas camouflage
She remind me of Nicki Minaj (all these bitches plastic)
They wanna sign me but I won't oblige (Xowl)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs (ugh)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God
F*ck em he a fraud
Knew he won't gone ride
Saw it in his eyes
Started from the bottom
Now we world wide
From roaches to Rolex hold that muthaf*cka high
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Wrist on water slide
Whips in my garage
Million dollar meeting after I get a massage
Bitch you know the vibes
Yeah you know da vibes
Yeah uh
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (Amen)
Knew he won't gone ride (pussy)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
From roaches to Rolex hold that motherf*cka high
I'm making money off the mic got me inspiring hoes (blessed)
Tryna stop me from ballin I'm pissed
I'm comin back with the pliers fasho
I got the touch I'm like Midas with gold
Fire in the hole
Lower you get the higher you go (elevate nigga)
Legal flavors tryna see how much the label bring (Xowl)
Me and paper stick together like I staple things
My nigga real no missed meals on state with greens
Get cut soon as I nut she ain't make the team (Go)
Niggas stupid cause they hate to read (yikes)
I mean slow (damn) either way you niggas ain't my speed
Like the greats how I play the league
And my competitors they fake as f*ck
Rhymes they make up like Maybelline (shhh)
Pray for Uvalde the war is raging like mayday (clear)
He in school with an AK
Cops yelling like wait wait (over)
I'm on my job so daily I'm getting paid today
You ain't close to God my best advice is stay away (f*ck off)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (Amen)
Knew he won't gone ride (pussy)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
From roaches to Rolex hold that motherf*cka high
Them last days was the hardest
I expect the harvest (harvest)
Bank account enlargement
I been practicing largess (largess)
Told shorty if they pull us she gon take the charges
Her heart big plus she ain't the smartest
Bossed up a ton (Boston) mark me as smart
You'd think I cel-tics
My potna make that choppa speak good but he can't spell shit (my nigga)
Act like you paid the cost but you cap (we know what's goin on nigga)
We know you held dick
Bro got a L it might be a wrap least he ain't tell shit
Can't be f*cking with these frail ass niggas (shrimp)
Where you quit that's where you failed at nigga (stupid ass)
F*cking with me gon have some jet lag (we gone)
All you good for is a Chanel bag (simp)
I still ain't met a woman deserving me really (freshhh)
I let her eat me on university city (Blvd)
Next week she said she wanna new purse and some titties (bitch please)
You betta hope they let you start working at chilis (ha)
Trapping out the travelodge (knights inn)
Most these niggas camouflage
She remind me of Nicki Minaj (all these bitches plastic)
They wanna sign me but I won't oblige (Xowl)
Glory to God (whoa)
F*ck em he a fraud (whoa)
Knew he won't gone ride (whoa)
Saw it in his eyes (whoa)
She be on her job (blowjob)
Deep all in them thighs (ugh)
Started from the bottom (facts)
Now we world wide (yeah yeah)
Glory to God
F*ck em he a fraud
Knew he won't gone ride
Saw it in his eyes
Started from the bottom
Now we world wide
From roaches to Rolex hold that muthaf*cka high
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Writer: J'Kein O'Neal
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Tulooo Fresh
Featuring: B coop
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: J'Kein O'Neal

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