She Wants
Oh, yay, I love you, I love you
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Main thang not a groupie no groupie
Imma bout to turn her life into a movie
Her love I don't wanna lose it
I do I walk around clueless
Lose her feel foolish
I never thought I would have her
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid
How did he get her how do you got her
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use to dream to about her Now they lucid
We bout to fuck, she want a few kids
All in my chest about her she the mucus
Look at pupils she is a drug I'm bout lose it
Separation man shit feel abusive
Always on her nerves know I'm nuisance
They say you can not survive without water
I can survive off her pussy juices
She is the fuel, to my music
She hit the soul, like acoustic
That's how my soul got the bruises
She took in a dog she took in stray
Wasn't for her I'd be broke today
She is why I'm chasin goals today
She is why my neck is froze today
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
I'm tony hawk, with the grind
When she give me head she go out her mind
She my every drug not prescribed
Bitches change she my only dime
I'm still working hope she give me time
In the dark here she come wit light
I suck wit love but not when I write
I suck wit love but not in these rhymes
She make we change
In my life she help relive the pain
Put the gun down no more bang
No mo crimes and no gangs
No more rain only sunny days
No jail I got kids to raise
If I fail you won't see my face
If I fail you won't see my face
We just want a bunch of foreign cars
Every single one be push to start
Big b's roof gone have the stars
Lot of money stunt up on em hard
Bad bitch she cummin hard
Super soaker need a life guard
Wanna go home back to mars
Wanna go home back to mars
I got a text, she wanna kiss me
Leave me a hickie, climb on this dickie
Doings the splits, while I suck on her titties
Damn, Ooo tempting
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
Coolie the savage
Do whatever so my girl can live lavish
This shit like magic
Whatever she want I go out and grab it
This is not magic
This is what happens when you want the Benji's
And imma make sure that me and you have plenty
Her friends all just want a man
These niggas bitches, juwanaman
I need it all, 100 bands
You break my heart ill break my hands
Don't want to but can today
Hands, use them like anime
He shoot his shot, mine gone spray
Glock, use it like pam today
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da louis
She was there when i was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
I just wanna let her know
She the queen of my home
She can throw down on the stove
She be whippin like OG
And it be good too
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Main thang not a groupie no groupie
Imma bout to turn her life into a movie
Her love I don't wanna lose it
I do I walk around clueless
Lose her feel foolish
I never thought I would have her
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid
How did he get her how do you got her
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use to dream to about her Now they lucid
We bout to fuck, she want a few kids
All in my chest about her she the mucus
Look at pupils she is a drug I'm bout lose it
Separation man shit feel abusive
Always on her nerves know I'm nuisance
They say you can not survive without water
I can survive off her pussy juices
She is the fuel, to my music
She hit the soul, like acoustic
That's how my soul got the bruises
She took in a dog she took in stray
Wasn't for her I'd be broke today
She is why I'm chasin goals today
She is why my neck is froze today
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
I'm tony hawk, with the grind
When she give me head she go out her mind
She my every drug not prescribed
Bitches change she my only dime
I'm still working hope she give me time
In the dark here she come wit light
I suck wit love but not when I write
I suck wit love but not in these rhymes
She make we change
In my life she help relive the pain
Put the gun down no more bang
No mo crimes and no gangs
No more rain only sunny days
No jail I got kids to raise
If I fail you won't see my face
If I fail you won't see my face
We just want a bunch of foreign cars
Every single one be push to start
Big b's roof gone have the stars
Lot of money stunt up on em hard
Bad bitch she cummin hard
Super soaker need a life guard
Wanna go home back to mars
Wanna go home back to mars
I got a text, she wanna kiss me
Leave me a hickie, climb on this dickie
Doings the splits, while I suck on her titties
Damn, Ooo tempting
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da Louis
She was there when I was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
Coolie the savage
Do whatever so my girl can live lavish
This shit like magic
Whatever she want I go out and grab it
This is not magic
This is what happens when you want the Benji's
And imma make sure that me and you have plenty
Her friends all just want a man
These niggas bitches, juwanaman
I need it all, 100 bands
You break my heart ill break my hands
Don't want to but can today
Hands, use them like anime
He shoot his shot, mine gone spray
Glock, use it like pam today
She want the Fendi the Prada Givenchy
She want Balenciaga wit da Gucci
She want the off White wit da louis
She was there when i was down & losing
Get whatever cause my lil baby boujie
Walk through the store I'm caressing her booty
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie
I just wanna let her know
She the queen of my home
She can throw down on the stove
She be whippin like OG
And it be good too
Credits
Writer(s): Deantae Copeland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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