White Dress
(专辑: Jungle Rules - 2017)
Hey [?] Montana They forgot who's battling Twenty bands Made millions over a
decade We ain't losing though I
pray we live For a
thousand years And if I
hurt you Baby drink Cîroc for your tears 'Cause you control my vices I
just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway looking like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grinding on the
night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I
just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I
think she like it Talk to me nicely, eoww Talk to me nicely, eoww I
got you Closet looking like Milan Fashion Week, I
got you Money jumping like Lebron, Dominique, I
got you Better do or die A
hundred with the
guy Pull up with the
gun Wrath with the
styles Talking me so reckless Diamonds on my necklace Chest playing checkers The
Avion breakfast Dimes clean dirty wine though See the
future like I'm Rocko And I
fall feel like Chapo Fucking all these foreign chicks Put some hoes in foreigns You thought she was yours She smell like Michael Kors Shoes fucking up my floors Who that nigga? I'm the
definition Wearing penny loafers, we ain't penny pinching Got the
baddest bitches bagging in the
kitchen Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition These rappers ain't Nas Just look at their commas I
skate on the
diamonds I
smoke with the
farmers Buy my shoes small, going toe to toe I
burn my bridges I'ma call the
boat Willie beaming with the
audible Balling like I'm Earl Manigault They counting to the
south The
bag is a
mountain I
fucked my accountant That pussy's a
fountain I
pledge of allegiance You better believe it I
boarded a
flight Trump fucked up a
Visa Bitch I'm no regular, bitch I'm no second Know the
one, I'm the
one that's ahead of ya If you talk mills, bitch I'm affiliate Ciroc boy [?] a
million 'Cause you control my vices I
just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway looking like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grinding on the
night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I
just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I
think she like it Talk to me nicely, eoww Talk to me nicely, eoww 'Cause you control my vices I
just want to fuck you on your nice shit Driveway looking like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grinding on the
night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I
just want to fuck you in your white dress I'll bet, oh I
think she like it Talk to me nicely, eoww Talk to me nicely, eoww