Lyrics

Play my song, put the baddies on Walk round town with a bally on For the Coulture, I put the bally on My killy, my twin, put the family on This jawn on my right, so I can't go wrong Right wrist Patek, should I carry on? Big boy, big bag, should I carry on? I don't beef on the net, no back and forth One ting from China, Chun Li-Ho One ting from Ghana, Sha Simone Parisian suck on my saucisson This weekend, fucking her all night long Everyday T'd up, it's a late night Got green and purp like a grape vine And she giving me brain, got a great mind I got too much cheese, gotta grate mine Can't give you my plate, gotta feed myself Got a bat on my tee and the jeans as well Guestlist and they pattern my Gs as well Necklace is a cross, I ain't seeing no hell Yeah, getting high-high Pouring up another cup, get the mind right Cartier lens, 2020 eyesight Different coloured bands, money like tie-dye (Huh) Head in my hands, gotta pay for my sins Ride round town, I been scraping the rims Look at the time, yeah it cuddle my wrist Aventador wrapped in the colour of my skin Yeah Yeah I'm really taking the piss I'm really taking a shit on your hits (No-no) And I never really fit in Everyday I'm wearing multiple fits (No-no) (And I never really fit in) (Everyday I'm wearing multiple fits) Play my song, put the baddies on Walk round town with a bally on For the Coulture, I put the bally on My killy, my twin, put the family on This jawn on my right, so I can't go wrong Right wrist Patek, should I carry on? Big boy, big bag, should I carry on? I don't beef on the net, no back and forth
Writer(s): William Coulter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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