Lyrics

Just got some YSL boy I'm fly as hell 448 up on the scale I got clientele Bitch I'm the big drippa What you couldn't tell? Took a L then gave em hell I got sacks like NFL Do the job and ima pay the bail Won't leave no trace and we don't leave a trail Taco Bell we gone feed him shells I be laughing at these niggas call em Kenan and kell I'm a playa baby I can't lay up If she suck it good I pay for her nails Good brain like she went to Yale Pop a perky ima make her yell Designer shit that I can't even spell Turn off the lights you see my diamonds still Water on my neck baby these baguettes Gucci on my sweats baby this ain't guess Just got some YSL boy I'm fly as hell 448 up on the scale I got clientele Bitch I'm the big dripper What you couldn't tell? Took a L then gave em hell I got sacks like NFL Just got some YSL boy I'm fly as hell 448 up on the scale I got clientele Bitch I'm the big dripper What you couldn't tell? Took a L then gave em hell I got sacks like NFL
Writer(s): Lorenzo Rowland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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