Lyrics:
to my spot with all that bullshit? (With all that bullshit)
Almost started tweaking on y'all had to keep it cool (Ah)
Yeah I love the Molly love the boot
on the game, but I bet you won't boot me
Knock on the door, get to it
Can't fuck with that hoe, that lil hoe, is a floozy
She like how I drip, yeah, she like how
again
I´ll take a drink or two, to feel some rage
Waking tomorrow feeling to die again
Big brown boots and long black hair.
Is it time to have an affair?
Meritocracy Wears Boots
You choose what donut that you want to taste
He looks like shit for what he can eat
You heat up your sweet coffee and cover
beg with no hesitation
They tryn get boot like Steve Madden was
They next destination Offerin' throat as compensation
I'd rather call Baby Psycho, C
I really want your cat
Want your cat
I wanna spread milk over you
On your cat
Can I touch your boots?
Baby
Can I play with you?
Baby
We’re gonna
Olha de preto, todo Black essa bitch me olha e já quer me dar
Dripe de negro, eu tô Flex só com boot caro nós vai pisar, não importa o momento eu não
pretty, and she love my kinda style.
I’m drizzy not ovo I don’t rock
The pussy rocking gucci i don’t trust
Balenciaga boot in my truck
Big boot in my truck
You can tell me I'm the hardest, girl, fuck the politics
I bought her Prada bag and Prada boots, the shit she tolerate
Ain't go to school, 94
Mari he just did a beat
I'm in the stu on the
I'm in the stu on that
I put big boots on my feet
I put big boots on my feet
Shawty she like me she
She’s lying in an empty tub
The cold ceramic feels like mud
Her mind sucked in down the drain hole
Her skin worn out like a boot’s sole
She says we
‘cause you want it don’t mean that it’s yours
My flowers were alive til they met your boots
White picket fence but you walked right through
Twisted times
I fell in love with a foreign chick
This ain't even a foreign whip
This ain't even a Dolce fit I'm a country nigga with boots and shit
Yeah I left my
kilos de sauce, com meu boot novo
Só pra pisar em falso
To colecionando todas essas bitch falsa
Sem repetir nenhuma mano eu loto o carro
Exalei montblanc
vira tumulto
Onde nós pisa o boot
Vira patrimonio publico
Nem sempre nós teve fama grana fama e sucesso
Mas o respeito tá na veia desde bem muleko
boot
Rise above to something new
The only resolution
Is revolution
Let the old world burn
I think it’s time for a revolution
(It’s already in motion)
see the truth, no need to try.
It's in the leather boots, the faded jeans,
The simple life, and the big dreams.
A hat that's worn, a smile that's
big boot, know that be my cleats
I send a opp straight to the morgue, I'm rolling H5 when I get bored
Know we on a chase on the E-way, it's a hellcat vs
She rises with the dawn, boots laced up tight
A cup of strong coffee, ready to fight
With a day full of promise, under the open sky
She's the queen
4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
When you look like that, do ya, honey
Big black boots
Long brown hair
She's so sweet
made it lord willing
Sirens blaring in the distance, I see them coppers on our ass
You better put them boots to work, or you'll end up in a cask
Six feet
Walk into Balenciaga
Steroid Boots on me
We in Italy eating good ravioli
I gotta get that bag, get that money
Car dealer, G-Wagon
I been chilling in
bate bate
Enquanto ‘cê quica em mim
Na sequência do grave
Hoje eu ‘tô com um kit chave
Trajado de Louis Vuitton
Com o meu boot da Nike
Não é que eu
Yeah
Wake them up its our year
Wake them up its our year
Yeah we done dropped a few tears
Balenciaga for my denim
Space boots like light year
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