Pixie Dust
People trippin' I don't really pay em' no mind
That's why imma fall back
Mix the red in the cup with that sprite
It's gone be a long night
In the c8 speedin' eat my dust
I'm like fuck a red light
And her pussy pink like pixie dust
Imma' fuck that all night
Money make ya' loved ones envy
I can't trust a bitch that need me
Smokin' on exotic you smokin' that seaweed
I can throw a bitch away she come back like a frisbee
Like a chef I be cutting up
Baby give me heads up then come back it up
I'm on they necks ain't no letting up
That's a deposit I picked it up
I lead my team cause I'm the captain
Like quarterback
Everyday ridin' with my pistol
No I cant lack
If you ever tried to play me
I'm paying back
Real deal slimes and they be with me
They screaming slatt
Ain't got no heart but this fabric is chrome
Told that girl don't want ya love want ya soul
I stand out my life story written in bold
The game to be sold and most of you then told
Smokin' on jet fuel feel I can fly
This a drop top put ya' hands up to the sky
Only tell the truth no I can't tell a lie
When I talk my shit guess I am the bad guy
People trippin' I don't really pay em' no mind
That's why imma fall back
Mix the red in the cup with that sprite
It's gone be a long night
In the c8 speedin' eat my dust
I'm like fuck a red light
And her pussy pink like pixie dust
Imma' fuck that all night
That's why imma fall back
Mix the red in the cup with that sprite
It's gone be a long night
In the c8 speedin' eat my dust
I'm like fuck a red light
And her pussy pink like pixie dust
Imma' fuck that all night
Money make ya' loved ones envy
I can't trust a bitch that need me
Smokin' on exotic you smokin' that seaweed
I can throw a bitch away she come back like a frisbee
Like a chef I be cutting up
Baby give me heads up then come back it up
I'm on they necks ain't no letting up
That's a deposit I picked it up
I lead my team cause I'm the captain
Like quarterback
Everyday ridin' with my pistol
No I cant lack
If you ever tried to play me
I'm paying back
Real deal slimes and they be with me
They screaming slatt
Ain't got no heart but this fabric is chrome
Told that girl don't want ya love want ya soul
I stand out my life story written in bold
The game to be sold and most of you then told
Smokin' on jet fuel feel I can fly
This a drop top put ya' hands up to the sky
Only tell the truth no I can't tell a lie
When I talk my shit guess I am the bad guy
People trippin' I don't really pay em' no mind
That's why imma fall back
Mix the red in the cup with that sprite
It's gone be a long night
In the c8 speedin' eat my dust
I'm like fuck a red light
And her pussy pink like pixie dust
Imma' fuck that all night
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Writer(s): Aaron Alexander
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