ALL SHE KNOWS
Dolce Gabbana and Gucci her clothes
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
Said she can't wait she want it right now
Blowing up my phone she want it right now
Said she came with you, but guess she mine now
She wanna name, for the fame
Make her mine now
(Aye, how we vibin')
Perkys addies I pull up with party
Can't play boy bitch who I look like carti
She can't sleep she too up off the molly
Me too, dick had her stiff like a zombie
Sticks in vicinity Whenever I'm fucking
Can't trust bitches too many worth nothing
Type to say they'll pull up but they bluffin
Goonies posted in cuts and they coming
(Spooky, spooky)
Dolce Gabbana and Gucci her clothes
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
Touch down on the water you can tell we flying jets
Molly in the PJ bitch we fucking no regrets aye
Fuck on on these hoes
I just hit ten in a row
Tell you I'm outta control
Help me
Bitch I can't take it no more
Bitch I can't take it no more
Ty Stephano we locked in
I'm rocking new designer drip
Make her lick the floor
Yeah she like it when I disrespect
*not gonna buy you that fucking jewellery,
you stupid ass fucking slut, who do you think I am*
Paper chasing bitches
They stay fucking for the dollar signs
Dolce Gabbana and Gucci her clothes
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
You're broke as fuck, ugly as fuck
And I'm not tryna fucking see you
Unless your giving me my fucking money
You're not what's happening i hate to brake it to you
But, I'm here for these blue hunnids
And if your not giving them
I'm gon' be walking
You're fucking, not like it
You're delusional,
if you really think I'm tryna chill with you for free
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
Said she can't wait she want it right now
Blowing up my phone she want it right now
Said she came with you, but guess she mine now
She wanna name, for the fame
Make her mine now
(Aye, how we vibin')
Perkys addies I pull up with party
Can't play boy bitch who I look like carti
She can't sleep she too up off the molly
Me too, dick had her stiff like a zombie
Sticks in vicinity Whenever I'm fucking
Can't trust bitches too many worth nothing
Type to say they'll pull up but they bluffin
Goonies posted in cuts and they coming
(Spooky, spooky)
Dolce Gabbana and Gucci her clothes
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
Touch down on the water you can tell we flying jets
Molly in the PJ bitch we fucking no regrets aye
Fuck on on these hoes
I just hit ten in a row
Tell you I'm outta control
Help me
Bitch I can't take it no more
Bitch I can't take it no more
Ty Stephano we locked in
I'm rocking new designer drip
Make her lick the floor
Yeah she like it when I disrespect
*not gonna buy you that fucking jewellery,
you stupid ass fucking slut, who do you think I am*
Paper chasing bitches
They stay fucking for the dollar signs
Dolce Gabbana and Gucci her clothes
She wanna fuck all my bros
She give me top in the back of the rolls
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows
That's just all she knows ya
You're broke as fuck, ugly as fuck
And I'm not tryna fucking see you
Unless your giving me my fucking money
You're not what's happening i hate to brake it to you
But, I'm here for these blue hunnids
And if your not giving them
I'm gon' be walking
You're fucking, not like it
You're delusional,
if you really think I'm tryna chill with you for free
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Felix Glaus, George Dekano, Trezere Johnson
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