Fortress (Guidance)
If you got a mullet, she gon' suck your dick
If you got a truck, she gon' suck your dick
If you got a mullet, and she suck the dick
Cowboy boots yeah then she gon' suck the dick
Big bags on me like a state fair goldfish
Singin' Purple Rain, baby, I'm so gorgeous
Prince DPRNCE sittin' pretty in his fortress
Zoro in the cut, so deep like a swordfish
Big bags on me like a state fair goldfish
Singin' Purple Rain, baby, I'm so gorgeous
Prince DPRNCE sittin' pretty in his fortress
Zoro in the cut, so deep like a swordfish
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
Look at my backhand, kiss it pussy
I'm gettin' a lap dance, drippy cookie
Flippin' the bat, dance on these rookies
One at his head, that's for fuckin' lookin'
Suck my spike like it's an artery
Vampire on the beat, the count is disorderly
You bought the bitch a bag, but she lookin' like a whore to me
Three gold chains, they be clinkin' like a jar of peas
Really though these hoes got no tucks though
Beer green tears, four leafs, good luck bro
Drownin' the whiskey, swan-divin' in a sinkhole
How long can I go? Call this shit limbo
Oh to be so low-key
I lost myself can't find him
Oh when I get lonely
I look to you for guidance
Oh to be so low-key
I lost myself can't find him
Oh when I get lonely
I look to you for guidance
I look to you for guidance
I look to you for guidance
If you got a truck, she gon' suck your dick
If you got a mullet, and she suck the dick
Cowboy boots yeah then she gon' suck the dick
Big bags on me like a state fair goldfish
Singin' Purple Rain, baby, I'm so gorgeous
Prince DPRNCE sittin' pretty in his fortress
Zoro in the cut, so deep like a swordfish
Big bags on me like a state fair goldfish
Singin' Purple Rain, baby, I'm so gorgeous
Prince DPRNCE sittin' pretty in his fortress
Zoro in the cut, so deep like a swordfish
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
Look at my backhand, kiss it pussy
I'm gettin' a lap dance, drippy cookie
Flippin' the bat, dance on these rookies
One at his head, that's for fuckin' lookin'
Suck my spike like it's an artery
Vampire on the beat, the count is disorderly
You bought the bitch a bag, but she lookin' like a whore to me
Three gold chains, they be clinkin' like a jar of peas
Really though these hoes got no tucks though
Beer green tears, four leafs, good luck bro
Drownin' the whiskey, swan-divin' in a sinkhole
How long can I go? Call this shit limbo
Oh to be so low-key
I lost myself can't find him
Oh when I get lonely
I look to you for guidance
Oh to be so low-key
I lost myself can't find him
Oh when I get lonely
I look to you for guidance
I look to you for guidance
I look to you for guidance
Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Picard
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