Lyrics:
Last time that I checked
It was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep, last time that I checked
I was sellin' zones in the set
Make
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
Cashin' out these checks, for my next bitch
She be on my neck, like my ex-bitch
Diamonds V-V-S
(Yea)
Shining on my neck
(Yea)
Fuckin' with
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my music up and my top perm
That means it's laying down 24's on the curl
Twenty birds
'Cause it's real
[Chorus]
Well it's that nigga that be
Wearing Nautica V-necks
And Polo sweats
I got some food up in yo thoughts
And that
Dreht den Swag aus
Deutschland hat genug von euch
Köpft alle Blender v-Neck-Indie ist doch out
Wollt Ihr 'nen Ritt auf meinem Discostick?
Putzt euch die
but I ain't raise her
Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
Told 'em Nicki be chilling them,
but I ain't raise her
Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
Told 'em Nicki be chilling them,
Versace silks over a steel V-neck
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my Uz', anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck
came in by 5
5 rounds in the heat
5 hickies on my neck
5 minutes for a break
5 minutes till she break
5 more strokes in her core, I know she gone leak
5
gon' tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold rope and I flex it on the v-neck
Beat
your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
Cockroaches do it
In garbage cans
Rug merchants do it
In Afghanistan
Santorum did it
In a V-neck
Versace silks over a steel V-neck
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my Uz', anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck
mom, like I only got you
Gettin' dressed up for court, that's a law suit
Ain't wearin' V necks, but niggas ask what happened to the crew
Now I'm in court
thermal scopes (Pew, pew)
Caught a body fiending more
Ice out my wrist got me feeling alone
V's on my neck stay afloat
Your shawty jealous she love my
thermal scopes (Pew, pew)
Caught a body fiending more
Ice out my wrist got me feeling alone
V's on my neck stay afloat
Your shawty jealous she love my
a hit stick
Hold up Rug give me some T-Pain
So I can get fly on
These bitches like Liu Kang
Pradas on v-neck two chains
Louie belt make them little
V-neck polo tees, bitch
You need to patch your weave, bitch
You need to pack your things, bitch
You on some "I had a dream" shit
It's back to reality,
there's no seats left
You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks
Who, that nigga 'Cris?
niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos
And eyes go deeper than pot holes
For that money
Bet I'm running like a snot nose no Kleenex
Dark shades, V-necks
Pop his trunk get the wam make him eat that
Niggas dripping got two Cuban links with a Jeffery on the v-neck
That's some real drip, nigga
Heat that
silk V-necks
Got green never seen, so you suck my jewels
Clutch my Uz', anything I touch, I bruise
Puff make his own law, nigga, fuck your rules
(That's
is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got
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