Stories from Vegas

I tell a story bout this girl I knew in Vegas Independent always having always pulling out the latest She had fendi in her closest We can even see the raiders From the window in her room shit was crazy my nigga Drinking Julio at slot machines puffing on cigars It was hers from the Gucci to the cars It's nothing like designer when you covering them scars She want me to be her nigga that would be her beating odds We in TSA her poodle barking penny for your thoughts I usually come with tragedy Othello with your hearts But for now she just focused on the moment my type of bitch She look me in my face and then she smiled she tell me this This my story bout a lady from the city of sin Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend It was never ever love guess you got me again And she said Why you feel the need to pretend and she said I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool Chasers palace getting faded on her favorite drink Before we left I help her pick her bag yellow or the pink All designer like I previously said She really pulling out the stops cuz she want me in her bed We on that louis now And the Vegas strip look like a movie now She asking me what are we now I told her baby cool it down I think you pretty but I'm pretty booked Baby look Always on the go could say I'm fleet of foot How I look? Guapping up foreal cuz how I make a hook Had her shook Could tell she never seen a nigga like me made her read a book Every time I'm fucking round in vegas she be mad as fuck Say she hate me but she saddled up fuck This my story bout a lady from the city of sin Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend It was never ever love guess you got me again And she said Why you feel the need to pretend and she said I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool