air cnc - playerrways & gmoneydt lyrics
[intro: playerrways]
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
aight
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
on hood
alright
playerr
let me p**p it, what i say?
[chorus: playerrways]
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion
[verse 1: playerrways]
it’s crips in the party, so, baby, pull up to the air cnc
it’s fly crips, grammys on you f*ckin’ with the richie c’s
i know you got a n*gga, baby, but i’m good with all my crips
first street to 1200, three o’s to the rich hundreds
ayy, f*ck it up, b*tch, and shake that lil’ sh*t your mama gave you
lil’ b*tch from 6*o, got wobble and her p*ssy cute
my valley hottie jointed up, she tat it all up on her ass
i might just wife her but my 40 b*tch gon’ be mad
i make it look good ’cause i’m a young fly bougie crip
that’s why lil’ baby tryna suck me up ’cause she think i’m an artist
janky*ass crip, but i just look halfin, baby
designer mixin’ drip to crip, i’m saggin’ in a black mercedes
[chorus: playerrways & gmoneydt]
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion (ayy)
[verse 2: gmoneydt]
i was in the field thirsty tryna get a bag
you ain’t seen the sh*t i seen so you won’t last
i hate a n*gga who don’t get money but pretend
and your n*gga broke, don’t like my music ’cause he get offended
where was n*ggas at when i was hoppin’ fences?
crash comin’, throw the bl!ck over the f*ckin’ fences
my lil’ b*tch from 3*o, she keep it on the low
my other b*tch from charles, when i’m with her, gotta keep a pole
if i go broke, i’ma hit the field and take a n*gga gold
if your n*gga go broke, he hit the chop and p*wn his gold
i be in the city where you gotta keep a pole
9800, western ave, where you can’t go, sh*t get tricky
i’m in s550 with some 5.56s for a seven one sixer
that’s your b*tch, she was on me, i was flashin’ chip
had to show her crip d*ck, make the p*ssy drip, on hug
[chorus: playerrways]
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion
baby tryna f*ck ’cause i’m a stincy with some face tats
and i smell like jimmy choo cologne, that’s why she threw it back
i make a bougie b*tch go get it rollin’ for the rich coastin’
double sd gon’ make her throw it back in slow motion
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