Givenchy Bag
(专辑: Boasty Gang - The Album - 2020)
Yeah, what up? Said she wanna go New York On road to a
real nigga heart Hey, said she wanna hit the
mall Wanna show it off like a
movie star Hey, said she used to the
fraud Girl, did you ever think you'd live this large? Hey, She call me "Mr Anything" 'Cause I
can buy her anything, the
tings that she want I'm moving like a
king so she had to look twice Told ya sip syrup, don't take my advice It ain't no worries when you standing by my side You like surprised, girl, you look like a
vibe She said she wan' Goyard On the
road she know mi park too hard Ay, she said she wan' go down the
West End Fi spend money pon her blouse and frock Ay, she said she wan' buy a
Givenchy bag Bag small but the
price dem large I
Mr Anything or any ting So mi ah go buy any ting that she want She moving like a
queen, had to look twice I
told her, "Baby girl, hey, everything nice" You ain't gotta worry 'cause I
got you till the
end You ain't looking like a 5
girl, you looking like a
10, so Ice her down, girl, drop it down low Throw that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Now slip it down, girl, row, row, row And baby, do what I
do like whoa, whoa, whoa Take me one more round, you gon' hit the
lotto She stopped fucking clowns 'cause the
shit wasn't adding up Bricks on her now, got her, got her bag up Bad ting-ting but I
made her badder Said she's never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods I
should send you Primark, just to keep a
balance One man to ya pom-pom, I
could imagine Cah pussy feels better when getting it's a
challenge Drippy, young nigga always flex and it's apparent You see me with a
ten-ten, just can't lower my standards They saying she a
gold digger but I
ain't a
broke nigga When her ex just couldn't get the
bill she was embarrassed, so I
could be your Santa, baby, what's the
clause though? Could never put a
ring on any ho, ho, ho When she wine sweet, mi sup Moscato Ay, tick and tock, make it clap, bravo She a
bad little vibe, I'ma freak till the
morn with her Late night loving got me tryna call on ya Fuck ya ex, that nigga old news You just need someone to go to And she knows she a
bad lil mama Givenchy, now want a
Dolce Gabbana She finessing, never care about karma Still I
think that pussy might be worth all the
drama, for real On the
East Side with this ice on chill Ay, I'm with the
mandem still But you could be mine, baby, signed and sealed So, Ice her down, girl, drop it down low Throw that ass around, girl, vroom, vroom, vroom Now slip it down, girl, row, row, row And baby, do what I
do like whoa, whoa, whoa Take me one more round, you gon' hit the
lotto She stopped fucking clowns 'cause the
shit wasn't adding up Bricks on her now, got her, got her bag up Bad ting-ting but I
made her badder