lirik lagu givenchylocks - rebel
[part i]
[chorus]
bleh
i keep scorin’ the ball, it’s like a hole in the dirt
i told a cop, “i’m gettin’ straps in my purse” (bah~bah)
i said, “i need my payment ‘fore i do that verse”
ain’t recordin’ no feature, you got scammed
i had a p~ssy boy on the ‘net been talkin’ tough, but i’m still standing
i just went outta [?] with [?]
my diamonds tough, my diamonds dancing
and i ain’t never leave narcotics on, but i been countin’ cashes
[verse]
i been smokin’ newports, my time workin’
percocets send me to new york, i’m not worth it
ho tryna f~ck wit’ me, like “no, dork”
we just ran right through his house, that’s why the front got no door
i walk in there, put yo’ hands up (bah), p~ssy, this is my store
i just made a french house livin’, givenchylocks storе (locks store)
always in the bathroom chillin’, i’m wit’ your top wh0re (ha)
told thе ho, “just keep your clothes on, i want some top, wh0re”
no look k!lla, i’m on the top floor (i’m on the top floor)
i got rick owens, chrome hearts, no tom ford (no tom ford)
i had to kick this ho out my house, i don’t got time for her
me and this ho, we playin’ wit’ each other, like chocolate and s’mores
goyard bag, it’s filled with rice, i may just go and cop the porsche
latina ho tryna f~ck wit’ me, i told this b~tch she’ll get deported
i’m tappin’ on my cold shoulder, i’m better than the fourth quarter
i’m richer than the bank teller, made twenty~five in the corner
if me and gang’ll find his ass, we’ll trap ’em in that corner
[chorus]
bleh
i keep scorin’ the ball, it’s like a hole in the dirt
i told a cop, “i’m gettin’ straps in my purse” (bah~bah)
i said, “i need my payment ‘fore i do that verse”
ain’t recordin’ no feature, you got scammed
i had a p~ssy boy on the ‘net been talkin’ tough, but i’m still standing
i just went outta [?] with [?]
my diamonds tough, my diamonds dancing
and i ain’t never leave narcotics on, but i been countin’ cashes
[part ii]
[intro]
yeah, yeah (yeah)
yeah~yeah, yeah (bleh)
woah
[verse]
yeah, wake your helmet on, b~tch, i’m ski mask ridges
ho don’t got no manners, i’m goin’, b~tch, i’m sleddin’
cdg all on my body, i’m fly like aladdin
i’m on top so i can’t hear you, you might need a ladder
you might need a couple
pour a deuce in my cup, i got a double
told this ho i’m down for whatever, ’cause i’m a rebel
graveyard, diggin’ up that body, need a shovel
but i could use my hands
my shooters call me commando, i told them get in they stance
i know that you cannot hear me, i know your ho understand
i put the perc’ on her tummy, i got yo’ ho off a xan’
you told ’em watch how they comin’, ’cause they might end up banned
i’m a moderator
i make all these hoes squirt like i’m a vibrator
huh, that label tryna sign me, this a dealbreaker
i’m on my dictatin’ sh~t, but i am not hitler
i’m not nine vicious, not no dealer
this lil’ ho get stupid wet like jeremy fistas
my lil’ gun get stupid, like you hear my pistol
i can’t do no drug test, perkies in my p~ss
i just went and f~cked this ho because i missed her
this lil’ ho get on her knees and then she call me “master”
you ain’t got no diamonds, boy, i know yo’ sh~t plaster
she wan’ hear my album, i told her that it’s a blast
huh, huh, in the hall of fame
i might shoot him if he reach for my chain
i just broke up wit’ my ho because i love mary jane
let this ho blow up my phone, because i know the game
i know what’s up in yo mind (yeah~yeah)
say he got nice guns, you must not have seen mine
he sippin’ fruit punch, but he say that he high
he f~ck her legs, so i tell her i said “hi,” because i f~cked the b~tch
been off them percs for an hour, i’m tryna fight the itch
stack up my money like a tower, i don’t need a l!ck
put ketamine up in my veins, i’m gon’ need a l!ck (yeah~yeah)
i told this wh0re that i was famous, she gon’ let me hit (ha)
this ho goin’ (yeah)
make a blunt, i just had this lil’ ho blowin’ (blow~blowin’)
i got two twin glocks, i’m reloadin’ (i’m reloadin’)
one in my hand, the other in my holster (in my holster)
she f~ckin’ with my mans but she want me to post her
we sippin’ dirty sprite, this ho want me to toast her (me to toast her)
i catch ’em wit’ my burner, put ’em in a toaster (in a toaster; brrah)
put my pride down, these boys do the most though, on god
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