Lyrics

Feelin' like Parlae I lean and I rock (rock) Chrome out shorty, bitch knock if you buck Like hoes in the club with stilettos, I got pumps Steppin' like fable if a problem poppin' up (wha'?) Straight from the dirt road, got it out of the mud (mud) Your man is a pussy, baby, he ain't no thug (no) Connected like 5G, better bite your tongue (ah) Mouth full of blood, BONES creepin' out the cut (yeah) White motherfucker lookin' like seventh Heaven 90210, hair back like I'm Dylan Step in my session, I'ma turn in to a felon I didn't wanna do it, but a voice said, "Get 'em" Get it, got it good, now I'm chillin' Uncle Jessie with the 'fetti Stop, roadside kick it LED digits, brushed steel finished Either way you weigh it out, BONES be the illest Yeah
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Daniel Duran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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