Lyrics:
to makeup
Break up to makeup
Break up to woah
Ay, fuck it, I don't need a chorus
Floral print on a couture fit
My whole aesthetic gorgeous
Lavish got
when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps
hand print
Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen
At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in
Tryna get a house, with a roush
she woke in the morning
He was gone
And she went to work in her
Bright red floral print dresses
And spoke of her visions to her friends
At lunch
They
the strap, no repentances
Hoping that the lord one day, gone forgiveness him
Till than, thuggin' mean muggin', at his sentencing
Back in the day, move militant
it, ooh
Gave the little bitch a deposit
Cross on my neck, strap boxin', uh
Cup full of Tech, it's toxic
Draw down the SIG, chop chop chop 'em
Yeah,
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
nothing here Affordable
'Notha World
Open Up the Portal
Ima get her Wet like Coral
I can Never Die
No Mortal
Smoking on Flower not Floral
Fresh Fitted
you are clever never to be found
Summer could take a hint
Seeing you in a floral print
Oh to become a pearl
In the wordy world of the cornflake
Housewives told to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
Housewives told to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
on the back of your hand like a mitten
Too easily smitten, that's me, Lit T
Floral print on a red carpet, like I'm Offset in twenty seventeen
Lotta y'all lying
you are clever never to be found
Summer could take a hint
Seeing you in a floral print
Oh to become a pearl
In the wordy world of the cornflake
of that Nike print
From them rich niggas kicking yo' back door
And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
Who don't know a thing but trap,
Pulled some strings I had to get 'em in tune
Like a crypto boy we head to the moon
Just changed up the lights, I'm setting the mood
Pink floral print on my
summer heat
you were standing out in front of the house
with your floral print dress on
and you had questions only a masochist would ask
writen all over
Floral print on my attire, your highness
Getting exactly what I desire, the Naira
Baby girl I been the bomb
You can call me Baghdad
Moonwalking on em
on me
With the strap on me
All the ladies wanna put they ass on me feel the print in the jeans
She don't know if it's the grip or the D
And that's on me
ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
Straight chillin' with my little florist
Get her floral prints
Mix pics and smoke
My stack the shortest
out here fucking your wife in a drop
I'm a Terminator I be getting bags like a fucking machine
Double G on a lil bitch, drip
Floral prints all on my
Valentino
Letting out big clouds sippin on some Tito's
Shirt floral print its a movie like the regal
And we all playing kings boy you gotta know how we do
her kisses floral print
Oh shit I can't stop it now
Getting litty hot boxing with the fox in the spot bitch
She took too many Xan's so I ate her like
glasses they nerdy like Carl
Down a whole pint and I don't need a straw
Perc 30's got my fiend booted like Sheen
I'm in floral Supreme they ain't never seen
Are we still rolling?
Yep!
Okay-
Well my floral-print mattress is older than me
I can't help but think as I take off the sheets
And look Mom and Dad,
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