Tekst Utworu

Yeah, walkin' through the mall (Ginseng) My girl in the mall (where are you, Ginseng) Ho, bitch, yeah I got two hundred on me Walked through the mall and this shit started lookin' like a bitch She said she celibate Came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak I put my wrists in the ocean, the water I poured it, I looked and I saw her fi leave You be the dock Yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I need somе Wock', walk in the spot Can't stay too long or I make this shit hot They knowing mе everywhere that I go I fucked a bitch then I paid for her toes I got Dior from my head to my toe Margiela, Margiela I put on a coat Drank 42 now she askin' for cool I'm goin' psycho, I'm goin' psycho I be on 'shrooms but I'm still gon' recycle Walk like a GOAT, got me feelin' like rhino Walk in the bag, money look like a typo I told her, nah baby them commas is real Flirt with her, tell her you're near off a pill I kick my feet up and then crack a seal I'm really rich, living like this for real Say the wrong thing and I swear you get popped In TSA with a Xan' in my sock Look like a rainbow, got all color dot Nigga can't stand me 'cause I flex and pop Pink diamonds on me, they hit like a rock Bitch I'm a monster, I cannot be stopped Never got shot so his cherry got popped I'm livin' different dracos on the yacht I got two hundred on me Walked through the mall and this shit started lookin' like a bitch She said she celibate Came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak I put my wrists in the ocean, the water I poured it, I looked and I saw her leave You be the dock Yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E I got two hundred on me, ridin' in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E Bitch I'm a dog off a leash I'm in a tub with three hoes and you know they all freaks And I got Marni on me I'ma walk down, shoot it up, and not guilty my plea Walk in a suit, Prada my boots Fuckin' that bitch and I kick her out too I break her back and then pass her a blue 41mm my AP, all of these bitches they wanna fuck me 35 thousand baguettes on my teeth She fuck with me 'cause she say you a creep
Writer(s): Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Christian Louie Baello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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