bbyGoyard (ode2suki)
Yea, you got me on my own
And I'll bring it to you with a candle on
And you singin' my name like it's 00
Cause you buss it down with me like Pamela
Got em screamin' and shit in my Timbaland
When I'm dizzy, I go put my Kangol on
Got me pretty and shit with no angle on
Got me stirrin' the whip with no handle on
Yeah, you want me
You're so on my body
Put my shit on repeat, baby
Tell me that I drive you crazy
Oh yea, like Miu Miu baby
Fendi, Prada maybe
Racks so fat, you can call me Amy
Yeah, you know I got it, got it
Oh yeah like who knew, baby
That I'd drive you crazy
Pop perc ten, I'm geekin
Fuck it, it's the weekend
Tight jeans on, call me daddy
Fuckin' Mike Amiri
Oou yeah, Goyard baby
Yeah you no I got it, got it
Bit' caught a L 'fore she dash and leave
Got a couple of tricks and it's up my sleeve
Yeah we buss it together like ham and cheese
I'm with Suki, my twizz, now she can't believe
How she- ugh! What?
Cashin' in
How do you look so smashin', and
Admiring
Your fire and
Mm yea, you are a diamond
Gettin' and spendin' a lotta dough
I might do it again like it's domino
If you fuckin' widdit baby, gotta show
She my killa, I'm with her, like 'Regano
Put my Cartier on me, and hit the road
In the crib and I'm BAPE'n my team along
Nodress! baby, beanie on
Yeah, you know I got it
Know I got it
Yeah, you know I got it
Like I got it
Yeah, you know I got it
Like I got it
You know, I got it
I got it
You know, I got it
And I'll bring it to you with a candle on
And you singin' my name like it's 00
Cause you buss it down with me like Pamela
Got em screamin' and shit in my Timbaland
When I'm dizzy, I go put my Kangol on
Got me pretty and shit with no angle on
Got me stirrin' the whip with no handle on
Yeah, you want me
You're so on my body
Put my shit on repeat, baby
Tell me that I drive you crazy
Oh yea, like Miu Miu baby
Fendi, Prada maybe
Racks so fat, you can call me Amy
Yeah, you know I got it, got it
Oh yeah like who knew, baby
That I'd drive you crazy
Pop perc ten, I'm geekin
Fuck it, it's the weekend
Tight jeans on, call me daddy
Fuckin' Mike Amiri
Oou yeah, Goyard baby
Yeah you no I got it, got it
Bit' caught a L 'fore she dash and leave
Got a couple of tricks and it's up my sleeve
Yeah we buss it together like ham and cheese
I'm with Suki, my twizz, now she can't believe
How she- ugh! What?
Cashin' in
How do you look so smashin', and
Admiring
Your fire and
Mm yea, you are a diamond
Gettin' and spendin' a lotta dough
I might do it again like it's domino
If you fuckin' widdit baby, gotta show
She my killa, I'm with her, like 'Regano
Put my Cartier on me, and hit the road
In the crib and I'm BAPE'n my team along
Nodress! baby, beanie on
Yeah, you know I got it
Know I got it
Yeah, you know I got it
Like I got it
Yeah, you know I got it
Like I got it
You know, I got it
I got it
You know, I got it
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Writer(s): Onoola Sama
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