So’s my bank account So’s my crew and wallet So’s my Gucci skirt So’s my poonana
It's tight Yeah its tight (Its tight) It’s tight X2
When I fly to Paris They say Oolala When I board the plane They say goose or wine a haaaaaa Silly goose you done goofed a lot Why you ditch the throne Now I’m scooting up Girl you got the boot Ain't no booting us I’m a hit machine And I’m booting up You been out of it You must douche a lot More free outfits And accoutrements
What the fuck are those? I cannot pronounce my clothes! My Jeans don't fit me I'm so thighs He ain't believing his own eyes Corset fitted my head light Shirt tight, titties got head lights Dead wrong thinking it dead right? Keep that nigga his bread right
I can’t take my dress of cuz my titties too big, ah Gotta take it off with scissors This authentic leather And I hook up my draw string This an expensive wig, ah I just got a show and guess who’s making a hundred figures; Figures They are all on my figure You were so close no cigar Never been a jump like tigger This is so beneficial If only a hoe would listen Then you wouldn’t be in my kitchen WhippinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
