PUT YOUR HEELS ON
Baby say this her favorite song, so put your heels on
Rollin' that pack I'm smoking strong
High as fuck I'm still gone
And I like that girl I don't need her though
No, I don't really need no hoe
Go, hop in that bitch I go
Woah, they wanna steal my flow
Like yeah we need all of that
Like yeah we need all that back
That ain't no Runtz like where you find that pack?
Like where you find that at?
Fuck her one time had to run that back
You was my bro you ain't have my back
Like fuck is you on can't take that back
Tryna run on me wanna stab my back
Tryna run on me we ain't going like that
No, no we not going like that
Yeah, I'm finna run up that bag
Yeah, I'm finna Prada my bag
Like what did I do my bad
I know that they going out sad
Cuz I'm young and I'm rich and they mad
I got all of these bitches they bad
I got all of these bitches oh yea
Ran up all of these bands in a year
Hop in that bitch right into gear
I do not know I got no fear
Where do I go I'm out of here
It's your hoe and me over here
And ain't no hoe in me nowhere
Yea I got a roll on me let's get that clear
Baby say this her favorite song, your heels on
Rollin' that pack I'm smoking strong
High as fuck I'm still gone
Rollin' that pack I'm smoking strong
High as fuck I'm still gone
And I like that girl I don't need her though
No, I don't really need no hoe
Go, hop in that bitch I go
Woah, they wanna steal my flow
Like yeah we need all of that
Like yeah we need all that back
That ain't no Runtz like where you find that pack?
Like where you find that at?
Fuck her one time had to run that back
You was my bro you ain't have my back
Like fuck is you on can't take that back
Tryna run on me wanna stab my back
Tryna run on me we ain't going like that
No, no we not going like that
Yeah, I'm finna run up that bag
Yeah, I'm finna Prada my bag
Like what did I do my bad
I know that they going out sad
Cuz I'm young and I'm rich and they mad
I got all of these bitches they bad
I got all of these bitches oh yea
Ran up all of these bands in a year
Hop in that bitch right into gear
I do not know I got no fear
Where do I go I'm out of here
It's your hoe and me over here
And ain't no hoe in me nowhere
Yea I got a roll on me let's get that clear
Baby say this her favorite song, your heels on
Rollin' that pack I'm smoking strong
High as fuck I'm still gone
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Chandler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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