Vetements
She rockin' vetements
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
Pretty girl,all black
I found my type
Something seems off
She just ain't right
All black my fit
Dressed like dark knight
Heartagrams,heartagrams
Heartagrams,alright
Pockets on the morgue
Better do your chores
Bitch I'm getting bored,aye
Hey,this lil bitch a whore
Tell her hit the door
Play her like a bored game
Put a stake through
A bad bitch heart
Hearteater
Shoutout Davo,only nigga who know
"This bitch a teaser"
I'm the type of nigga
Come out the ground
Like the reaper
We all know she gon' blow
When she come 'round
This bitch a creeper
She rocking rick with the vetements
All on her jacket
Like letterman
Nah she don't fuck with
The reverend
Heartagram all on her necklace
Heartagrams on my neck
I don't really want no rest
Told her to suck my dick
I don't really want no peck
She rockin' vetements
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
Pretty girl,all black
I found my type
Something seems off
She just ain't right
All black my fit
Dressed like dark knight
Heartagrams,heartagrams
Heartagrams,alright
I can't lay up with you
I'm tryna chase this pape
Blow me like a whistle
That shit make my day
She know I'm NxtDoor
Come over
Yeah she bad
But her friend is more bad
I should've chose her
I be so cool on a bitch
Super cruel to a bitch
I just chase my pape
And put on my fits
Hoe get out my way
You can't be my bitch
Your nigga a lame
He can't pop like this
You look so good in all black
Baby,come here
Like come back
She rockin' vetements
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
Pretty girl,all black
I found my type
Something seems off
She just ain't right
All black my fit
Dressed like dark knight
Heartagrams,heartagrams
Heartagrams,alright
Pockets on the morgue
Better do your chores
Bitch I'm getting bored,aye
Hey,this lil bitch a whore
Tell her hit the door
Play her like a bored game
Put a stake through
A bad bitch heart
Hearteater
Shoutout Davo,only nigga who know
"This bitch a teaser"
I'm the type of nigga
Come out the ground
Like the reaper
We all know she gon' blow
When she come 'round
This bitch a creeper
She rocking rick with the vetements
All on her jacket
Like letterman
Nah she don't fuck with
The reverend
Heartagram all on her necklace
Heartagrams on my neck
I don't really want no rest
Told her to suck my dick
I don't really want no peck
She rockin' vetements
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
Pretty girl,all black
I found my type
Something seems off
She just ain't right
All black my fit
Dressed like dark knight
Heartagrams,heartagrams
Heartagrams,alright
I can't lay up with you
I'm tryna chase this pape
Blow me like a whistle
That shit make my day
She know I'm NxtDoor
Come over
Yeah she bad
But her friend is more bad
I should've chose her
I be so cool on a bitch
Super cruel to a bitch
I just chase my pape
And put on my fits
Hoe get out my way
You can't be my bitch
Your nigga a lame
He can't pop like this
You look so good in all black
Baby,come here
Like come back
She rockin' vetements
I'm in her mouth
Like a vitamin,yeah
Wrapped like the taliban
Niggas fakin' and
I'm tired of it,yeah
Not no minute man
Fuck,then we runnin' it back again
Tellin' me that she been practicin'
She got that brain
Like a graduate,yeah aye
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Writer(s): Grant Bell
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