Lyrics:
anit stoppin
Chop chop chop throw it back ass poppin
Damn you look sexy come baby give me kiss
She leaned in hit the blunt while saying this
Blow blow
good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like
I can spend about a rack or two all by myself
Rest in peace to Virgil, Louis V, Off-White my belt
Keep Young Thugger and Lil Baby out the jail cell
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
the back just like that, like that
I'mma blow your mind like that
Iggs
Every night another city, different time zone
All I wanna do is get my shine
ducking all them fucking tolls
Been a breeze, I got the wind right at my feet
Thank you to Tesfa, Therees, Dr. A, and Louis E.
Momma, Pops, Stella, Rafi,
She said fuck yo life
So baby tell me where the Trojans at
Every time I close my eyes
I end up close where Hov is at
Felt like I was trapped
Spinning
When the wind blow
Noah flood water flow
Earthquake bass rumbling, you feel it through the Flo
Cause yo, we take this industry by storm
Oh no, my rap
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back
Come, kick it with me, I'll get your groove back
And give it to me, show it to me
Give it to me, show it
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
always see me
Tour guide on this song on repeat
Personal things please don’t leave me
Back to the basics about kiki
One day I’ll make riri love me
Two by
love her
Back and forth in a Lear
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on Thanksgivin'
Cause I'm black on black like, yeah
Black
[Sara Stokes]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Adjust ya radio
Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping
Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping
You
money
Work too hard for all this money
Can't just blow all this money
Unless you blowing me honey
Cuz I'm stingy with my money
Work too hard for all
phone (rackers)
I just took that bitch to the store (get it baby)
I cover my bitch in Louis (dripping)
I went put Gucci on the floor (whoa)
Rock Givenchy,
comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of why'all want to go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
that shit back
Hit the bank pull out a couple of stacks
From the A find me a place on the map
I might just count up them racks
Til my thumb hurt
I used
drop stacks on top of stacks bitch I go dumb
I'm smoking packs of snacks until it turn to crumbs
I'm fucking numb
I got this Louis wrapped around my
and breathe, tropical breeze, can't even close my eyes
Thinking of you
Look at me, I can breathe
I wanna join you, just as the ocean meets the sea
Windy days
The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by
The end of the week
She simply said, "No", labelled me a ho
I said
"How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I
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