wavy jone$ - ralph lorn | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Wavy Jone$]
Heaven sent Benz fruity Coupe
Cut the roof off
Count that money seven times
'Cuz I'm too gone
All black
Never catch me with no suit on
She hit the blunt once
Said that kush too strong
Flip phone Motorola with that Yola bruh
645 for the dick that's what I sold her, uh uh
I'll fuck her face
Put it in her place
Eat that pussy raw dog
'Cuz I love the taste
Six hoes, Pimp mode
Fuck her like a Nympho
Money on my mind
I'm sniffing coke out of her dimples
Yo' bitch is basic man
That's just to keep it simple
I'm Polo to my draws
Bloody Jewels where my wrist go
Now drop some dollars
Tell her pop it like a zit
I'm the shit
100 Thousand worth of profit on my dick, bitch
Yuh, yuh
Yung Wavy Jones
Herringbone made of white gold
Trapping pay phones

[Outro x4]
I got a new ho
I just bought a pistol
Just got some new clothes
Motherfuck a thrift store

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