Flu歌词

作词 : Keith Cozart
作曲 : Keith Cozart
I pull up, baby, and it's magic
I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body
All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty
She got right to the topping, I'ma put her out probably
I was screamin' "Cowabunga" 'cause her head so ****in' gnarly
Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper
I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later
I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper
I don't crap out, *****, I don't need a faker
I pull up, baby, and it's magic
I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I got *****s that gon' shoot for me, ******* that gon' go for me
******* gon' locally, ******* gon' globally
******* think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries
******* think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon?
Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire
I ain't no ****in' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self
I'm gonna be a trillionaire, I'm gonna be a billionaire
She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm gonna be a billionaire
I pull up, baby, and it's magic
I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu
I pull up, baby, and it's magic
I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"
I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic
This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric
I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels
Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes
All this ice on my body and she give me flu编辑于2024/01/11更新