Virgil For Her
I'm thinking about you sipping on this purple again
I ain't seen you since I ran through my first hundred bands
I remember saying that I wouldn't hurt you again
Right back in bitches' faces it's the Virgil you for them
This that Virgil for him and Virgil for her
We do it big like excursions on curbs Stop talking crab cakes, baby girl the shit reserved
We both tired of Ruth, Chris, noble, noble, say the word
I get the slurring on my words, it's the Norcos, baby
I get the slurring on my words, it's the Norcos, baby
I got that black truck at your curb, it's exotic, ain't it
Think you the baddest in the world and I kinda hate it
I hate that I think you the baddest bitch ever
I think you badder than my own bitch, it's fuck it's fucking up my own shit,
Hundred, hundred, hundred, only shit that I condone in
Baby, can I hit it in the morning
I'm sitting here sipping on this purple again
I ain't seen you since I ran through my first hundred bands
I remember saying that I wouldn't hurt you again
Bitches back in my face, It's the Virgil for them,
This that Virgil for him and Virgil for her
I got human made on like a nerd
Grinding like the clips from the first to the third
When I run through this shit, you can pick you out a purse
Gon' pick you out a purse, gon' pick you out a purse
That new season nae nae tough
I'ma do supreme off the buffs
We both draped in fashion, let's go to the party late as
Man, let's go to the party, late as fuck
Yeah, and fuck it if it's all eyes on us
I be popping perk, perk, perks
If I take another shot, I'ma fuck you right here in this club
Girl, I told you that I'm fucked up
Yeah, I think you badder than my own bitch it's fucking up my own shit
Hundred, hundred, hundred, only shit that I condone in
Baby, can I hit it in the mornin'
Baby, can I hit it in the mornin'
Suck it right through the Ralph Lauren
Look me in the eye, bitch, gorgeous
Exotic thing, never get boring
You know it never rain in California
It never rain in Southern California
Swear to God, it don't
Yo, what you got up
I need you to get up, man, pack your bags
Pack my bags for what?
Where the fuck we goin'
We goin' to Cali, man
I need you to pack everything
flight leave at eight
Matter of fact, don't pack nothin
Just bring your ass
I'm on my way
Bet
Yeah
2 AM, thinkin' about you
Cheetah, cheetah
I'll be to the moon
I'll be to the moon
I ain't seen you since I ran through my first hundred bands
I remember saying that I wouldn't hurt you again
Right back in bitches' faces it's the Virgil you for them
This that Virgil for him and Virgil for her
We do it big like excursions on curbs Stop talking crab cakes, baby girl the shit reserved
We both tired of Ruth, Chris, noble, noble, say the word
I get the slurring on my words, it's the Norcos, baby
I get the slurring on my words, it's the Norcos, baby
I got that black truck at your curb, it's exotic, ain't it
Think you the baddest in the world and I kinda hate it
I hate that I think you the baddest bitch ever
I think you badder than my own bitch, it's fuck it's fucking up my own shit,
Hundred, hundred, hundred, only shit that I condone in
Baby, can I hit it in the morning
I'm sitting here sipping on this purple again
I ain't seen you since I ran through my first hundred bands
I remember saying that I wouldn't hurt you again
Bitches back in my face, It's the Virgil for them,
This that Virgil for him and Virgil for her
I got human made on like a nerd
Grinding like the clips from the first to the third
When I run through this shit, you can pick you out a purse
Gon' pick you out a purse, gon' pick you out a purse
That new season nae nae tough
I'ma do supreme off the buffs
We both draped in fashion, let's go to the party late as
Man, let's go to the party, late as fuck
Yeah, and fuck it if it's all eyes on us
I be popping perk, perk, perks
If I take another shot, I'ma fuck you right here in this club
Girl, I told you that I'm fucked up
Yeah, I think you badder than my own bitch it's fucking up my own shit
Hundred, hundred, hundred, only shit that I condone in
Baby, can I hit it in the mornin'
Baby, can I hit it in the mornin'
Suck it right through the Ralph Lauren
Look me in the eye, bitch, gorgeous
Exotic thing, never get boring
You know it never rain in California
It never rain in Southern California
Swear to God, it don't
Yo, what you got up
I need you to get up, man, pack your bags
Pack my bags for what?
Where the fuck we goin'
We goin' to Cali, man
I need you to pack everything
flight leave at eight
Matter of fact, don't pack nothin
Just bring your ass
I'm on my way
Bet
Yeah
2 AM, thinkin' about you
Cheetah, cheetah
I'll be to the moon
I'll be to the moon
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Writer(s): Chardon Scott
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