lirik lagu gloss up - hotbox
[chorus: yfn lucci]
uh, hopped right out a bimmer to a bentley, we playin’ hopscotch
jumped right out that p~ssy, then i hopped into a drop~top (dubba~aa flexin’)
ayy, i was playin’ with that p~ssy, i was tryna take off her crop~top
ayy, she my little ghetto b~tch, she wanna f~ck me in a hotbox (this is the sound)
[verse 1: gloss up]
ayy, hood b~tches got the best p~ssies that you gon’ find around (the best)
i don’t do no cookin’, p~ssy makin’ macaroni sounds (uh~huh)
how you think i got two kids? (how?), n~gga lettin’ off a hundred rounds (bah~bah)
f~cked that n~gga good, got on my boosie sh~t like, “wipe me down” (wipe me down)
ayy, jumpin’ through these n~ggas, comin’ like it’s hopscotch
my n~gga outside, ain’t goin’ out, that mean the block hot (i ain’t goin’ outside)
these b~tches be messy, her n~gga givin’ me sloppy top
who told them b~tches they was runnin’ sh~t? because they really not (b~tch)
finna go see this man about a horse, b~tch, i’ll be right back (back)
they be blowin’ these n~ggas up and meanwhile, i don’t text back (i don’t text back)
he just picked me up and now i’m slidin’ in a scat pack (skrrt, skrrt)
i don’t f~ck with broke n~ggas, don’t gotta ask where that cash at (where that cash? i don’t gotta ask that sh~t, b~tch)
[chorus: yfn lucci]
hopped right out a bimmer to a bentley, we playin’ hopscotch
jumped right out that p~ssy, then i hopped into a drop~top
ayy, i was playin’ with that p~ssy, i was tryna take off her crop~top
ayy, she my little ghetto b~tch, she wanna f~ck me in a hotbox
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
she my lil’ thot bop
uh, b~tch, take off them panties, let me see it, go and drop~drop
yeah, make that ass clap for me, i’m tryna get my rocks off
i don’t like no dry mouth
had to f~ck her in the car, b~tch can’t come in my house
look, she got fed up today, he kept buyin’ knockoffs
uh, say if a n~gga play today, he just might get knocked off
look, you gon’ need a new dog, i’m the man, not y’all
tryna get ’em out the state, you gon’ need a u~haul
try and boost the murder rate, then why the h~ll you didn’t call?
if i ain’t got no percs today, then i’m servin’ tylenol
i say whole lotta money, i’m way above average, yeah
and my pinky ring more than a hundred carats, yeah
with this pinky ring, i could feed like twenty rabbits, yeah
i’m just tryna fill my condo up with twenty baddies
yeah, hopped right out a, huh, porsche, huh
hopped into a gts and threw that b~tch in sport, yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[chorus: yfn lucci]
hopped right out a bimmer to a bentley, we playin’ hopscotch
jumped right out that p~ssy, then i hopped into a drop~top
ayy, i was playin’ with that p~ssy, i was tryna take off her crop~top
ayy, she my little ghetto b~tch, she wanna f~ck me in a hotbox
[outro]
(this is the sound)
(dubba~aa flexin’)
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu sevin shayne - just stop
- lirik lagu almighty & antonina pevzner - best friend
- lirik lagu fulan & hessa 6 - ندوة الفجر (dawn's mist)
- lirik lagu mae amelia - christmas without you
- lirik lagu pedro guerra - ofrenda [versión 30 años]
- lirik lagu nuuma - heart p3unds
- lirik lagu kiqumusic - mania
- lirik lagu courtney barnett - site unseen
- lirik lagu khantrast - grimey freestyle
- lirik lagu agent apelsin - mister loveless