[Verse 1]
I be fillin’ my champagne flute with Prosecco
Tryna celebrate life so we’re poppin’ corks
Lemon haze taste like limoncello
Hit the cart so hard that we’re poppin’ coils
I left the bar in a black car
With a broad that I met inside the Clermont
She bought me lap dances, had some grandma titties in my face straight swingin’, she was drinkin’ that Grand Marnier
Hey, I got the Xans all day, grams of yay and the shit’s so fire
One sniff get you and your friend flambé
Bitch so thick in the waist, I bet 1k that she tastes like Crème Anglaise and I can not wait to confirm it
She blew a tune like a snake charmer do to a flute tryna prove she can handle the serpent
Hit the stage afterwards, start conversin’ (with who?)
With some girls that we’re lurkin’ (and then what?)
It depends on the person, some hoes flirt first, then make you put the work in
Some hoes are the worst kind (kind of what?)
Kind of slut, I remember the first time I seen a chick sick of waitin’ on the artist
So instead, she just went and gave some head to the merch guy
Look bitch, I ain’t judgin’ ‘cause you wanted to fuck somebody right then and coundn’t wait for who you came for
Even better that you gave some head to somebody regular, in a way, it kinda proves you’re not a fame whore
I’m like the white Rudy Ray Moore
People look at me and say I’m livin’ life like a playboy
You got a pain? I got a great cure, I got a lower price and it weigh more
A shot of Creek Water, tryna start the week on a sweet note
As far as cheese go, I want the whole enchilada
I want a thick Chicana that dreams of a gringo stuffin’ his chorizo inside her empanada
North Atlanta brought up, I met a Xaniholic at the Family Dollar, she was drunk all sweaty
She said “Rittz, let me give you some head”
I said “I got my dick sucked already, but…”
I be fillin’ my champagne flute with Prosecco
Tryna celebrate life so we’re poppin’ corks
Lemon haze taste like limoncello
Hit the cart so hard that we’re poppin’ coils
I left the bar in a black car
With a broad that I met inside the Clermont
She bought me lap dances, had some grandma titties in my face straight swingin’, she was drinkin’ that Grand Marnier
Hey, I got the Xans all day, grams of yay and the shit’s so fire
One sniff get you and your friend flambé
Bitch so thick in the waist, I bet 1k that she tastes like Crème Anglaise and I can not wait to confirm it
She blew a tune like a snake charmer do to a flute tryna prove she can handle the serpent
Hit the stage afterwards, start conversin’ (with who?)
With some girls that we’re lurkin’ (and then what?)
It depends on the person, some hoes flirt first, then make you put the work in
Some hoes are the worst kind (kind of what?)
Kind of slut, I remember the first time I seen a chick sick of waitin’ on the artist
So instead, she just went and gave some head to the merch guy
Look bitch, I ain’t judgin’ ‘cause you wanted to fuck somebody right then and coundn’t wait for who you came for
Even better that you gave some head to somebody regular, in a way, it kinda proves you’re not a fame whore
I’m like the white Rudy Ray Moore
People look at me and say I’m livin’ life like a playboy
You got a pain? I got a great cure, I got a lower price and it weigh more
A shot of Creek Water, tryna start the week on a sweet note
As far as cheese go, I want the whole enchilada
I want a thick Chicana that dreams of a gringo stuffin’ his chorizo inside her empanada
North Atlanta brought up, I met a Xaniholic at the Family Dollar, she was drunk all sweaty
She said “Rittz, let me give you some head”
I said “I got my dick sucked already, but…”
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!