Brittany Smooch - Come On (feat. Earl Hayes) | Текст песни

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• Brittany Smooch
• Come On (feat. Earl Hayes)

Version 1 (Brittany Smooch):
Stacksfat we blow it
Mary Jane we roll it
Molly up on my champagne
And I even know it
Bitches with me we roll in
Interviews on the phone and
Riding round in my rover
Bangin' hover rims is golden

Chorus:
If you high as fuck
Come on, come on
If you double-cupped
Come on, come on
If you throwin' up
The night is young
Yo get your shit together and werk sumn
Just twerk sumn, then merk sumn
And ride out, ride out, ride out
Just werk sumn, just twerk sumn
Bitch I'm bout to murk sumn

Version 2 (Brittany Smooch):
Cross country connected
Team is well respected
Fake ass bitches and switches
Bitch ass critics all get nexted
Get the hell of my bus
Hatin' ass hoes ain't like us
All we bout is money team
Golden touch like midas
And I'm bout my shit like whoa
Bitches on my dick like "Oh!"
Doing 90 in the merci on the freeway
Blue an reds flashing in the rear
Like I'm on parole
Poppin' pillies gettin' silly with billy
While he mashin on the gas screaming "Fuck the po"
I'm like yeah let's roll
There we go

Chorus:
If you high as fuck
Come on, come on
If you double-cupped
Come on, come on
If you throwin' up
The night is young
Yo get your shit together and werk sumn
Just twerk sumn, then merk sumn
And ride out, ride out, ride out
Just werk sumn, just twerk sumn
Bitch I'm bout to murk sumn

Version 3 (Earl Hayes):
I got hennesy in this root beer
And I'm focused on this boat trip
I got more cash than an atm
I wear more gold than a gold fish
I'm drunk fucking my old bitch
I'm still the shit and she knows this
My click is rich so she focused
Pop the bottles and po it
I got bread so I'm toasted
Ride like pac on road trip
My whole crib is imported
They call this nigga im-por-tant
If you ain't drunk then start drinking
If you ain't high then start smoking
Bitch, that's Hayes on em
Iced out with a pair of muthafucking cartier shades on em
Killing these niggas like k-k-k
With a muthaphuckin brand new k for em
I don't play that shit
If I got beef with yo homeboy
You better pray for em
And that's Smoochie!
Higher than a muthafuckin private jet in that gucci
I started out hood as fuck
But I got rich now I'm boushy

Chorus:
If you high as fuck
Come on, come on
If you double-cupped
Come on, come on
If you throwin' up
The night is young
Yo get your shit together and werk sumn
Just twerk sumn, then merk sumn
And ride out, ride out, ride out
Just werk sumn, just twerk sumn
Bitch I'm bout to murk sumn