Lyrics:
She looks so good in them jeans, she Bending over in that dress she got From shein she look good got Attitude Thats what I need, she said That I'm
All started with Tequila shots
Ending the night in a maccies shop
Good food man she hit's the spot
And a nigga still wished
That it never stopped
We
Not nice
Di bwoy run like a wounded dog
Bruk Usain record
Don't run barber bwoy don't run
Di bwoy dress up like police
And a run like thief
gon' be your time
Say they love how I dress, yeah, I got too much money
Treat every day like my birthday, I'm too lit, they can't touch me
I don't shop
in my butcher shop don't
Aufschrie
Don't feel don't squeal heel
Aufschrie
Don't squeal in my butcher shop
Aufschrie
Don't feel heel
I won't dress you
girl, won't you come on out?
I swear, it'll be alright
On this holy night
Put on your red dress, baby
And wear your smile
Say goodnight to your sister
Bait, BBQ, Barber Shop, Laundromat
She wears a nothin' to hide sun dress that'll make you melt
Makes a country boy think she got eyes for nobody else
would work 'til half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist
Forty-one years had come
Schmuel would work 'til half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist
Forty-one years had
Step right up step right up
Oh baby
Its the grand opening of the Big Freedia Toy Shop
I got a little bit of this and I got a little bit of that
I
I'm thinking of
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
I shop for purses while love walks out the door
She shops at forever 21
But we ain't 21 forever
She says i cant be with anyone
We were meant to be together
She shops at forever 21
But we ain't
all I'm thinking of
1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
I shop for purses
I'm thinking of
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
I shop for purses while love walks out the door
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
So you shop in 42 'cause you
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah,
they love you, but they fell through
So you shop in 42 'cause you
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the,
Boujee Baby
And if you ain’t gotta check
She movin on to the next
Cause she’s a Boujee
Boujee Baby
And you can tell by her dress
She doesn’t settle for
to sing
Drink coding coking
I just want to do my thing
Because i want to live like king
Can prayer move mountain
Na who go kill my pains
Hannah shop
ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist
Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop
that’s bossy (I talk that’s bossy)
The way I dress that’s bossy(I dress that’s bossy)
If I wasn’t cheddar guy I would be hosi
The way I walk that’s bossy
Drop that kitty down low
Pop that kitty down low
Shop that like a window
I'm gonna make you explode
Drop that kitty down low
Pop that kitty down
keep ya icy (so icy)
I have ya supa fresh (so fresh)
I know ya like me
You like the way I dress
Lately in love with me
I'm in light wood
You're hearin' death, I'm right here, in a brand new dress and a wife-beater
There ain't a thing that I fear, should be afraid when my mind's clear
Been
to tuck however i dress in every season nigga
Leave him where he bleedin' let him listen to his breathin'
Bullets ain't got no name i play to win not to get
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