Lyrics:
Black v-neck with a gold chain on
Trill gonna live forever, ima king on his throne
Black v-neck with a gold chain on
Trill gonna live forever, ima
speechless, never been silenced before
You're like a stupid little thing I don't want to call mine
Your eyes blown like the day of light
Your V-neck makes me
I'm sea sick
Lil' thot bitch done hurled, fucked up my v-neck
Wipe the plug nose, they call me Kleenex
Finessed him with the low, he drunk he sea
dig)
I want hella Xans, they get me off (you dig, you dig)
I put the v-neck on my team, yeah (you dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)
I dig
sides
These niggas were aimin' at my v-neck for this whole time
It's like I'm playin' Russian Roulette with this .45
Swear I ain't seen my nigga
No excuse gotta grind baby all time
Louis V round my neck baby all time
Louis V round my neck (Ha,ha)
Keep it G where im at (Okay, okay)
Feel
down that's why you keep on fighting
You pulling on my shirt, you turn my crew into a v-neck (V-neck)
You got me looking in the mirror like damn baby
I got my feet wet
It ain't nun get my money long
Rock vs diamond not no V-neck
It ain't nun get my hustle on
OTP I got my feet wet
It ain't nun get my
V's On My
Necklace
V's On My
Necklace
On to the next one
V's on my necklace
V's on my neck
V's on my necklace
On my necklace
On my check list
V
hoodie on!)
All white V-Neck clean!
(Wit' my hoodie on!)
Fresh out the box! So boss!
(Wit' my hoodie on!)
I drop my steez on!
(Wit' my hoodie on!)
knees wit a snot nose
They be like she next, Kawasaki T-Rex (T-Rex)
Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks (V-necks)
Oh, that's what he left?
knees wit a snot nose
They be like she next, Kawasaki T-Rex (T-Rex)
Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks (V-necks)
Oh, that's what he left?
a 10 outta 10, fell from the stars I think she from Venus
She know that I'm him, I'm always gon win, I wear this Vlone not a v neck
You can find me where
RAF simons
Heat check
Ralph Lauren
V-neck
Bad bitch
She wet
Iced out heart
Big flex
RAF simons
Heat check
Ralph Lauren
V-neck
Bad bitch
She wet
Iced
What's he gonna do
They ain't got a clue
Too unpredictable
Fuck all the bull
Don't he uh
Got em confused
Hop out the coop
No V-necks
Stay with
like to count, you like to count bruises
One, two, three, four, five
Neck, hips, hands
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Knees, face, toes
I wanna feel
think, anime, party scene
Flip flops, black shades, v-neck straight legged jeans
I'm boutta' give that work, yeah shawty boutta get that work
Everybody so
I’m living my life so free
Fuck two hoes bring one more that's three
The money be coming in green
She got my music on repeat
V neck polo white tee
I don't like you or your v-necks
Or your hipster friends with their fedoras and skinny jeans
Pop the colla, throw the shades on
You have got to be
the door at 8 p.m.
And my razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
The man at the bar had a v-neck vest on
No, it
check out his wallet
You should check out his closet
Got drip like a faucet
He dresses the hottest
5 bandz on my neck
1 band on my wrist
5 bandz on my
V-neck t-shirt, true re-ligion
Dats how we roll
Straight jeans and fitted
In a white t-shirt we did it
We rock them shades to di limit
Woo
Ya'll Niggas ain't ready for this shit, ain't no way
Niggas ain't built like this no-more
Buss a check, you upset
I got Louis V around my neck
tattoos and a v-neck (v-neck) hey!
Is all he'll ever need to be fresh (fresh)
And we rolling down the street (street)
And them jay's on his feet (feet)
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