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bluudeyes - ​i fell in love with the vivienne lyrics

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[intro]
and she got a dress, shawty, told me to rip it
got her on her knees, make this sl+tty b+tch l!ck it, yeah
yeah, she love to swallow, she don’t spit it, yeah
i got that glock, i can rip it, yeah
hit the pedal, yeah, let’s rip it, yeah
your b+tch on me, and she stripping, yeah
go, go, yeah, let’s go

[verse]
f+cking on a bad b+tch, shawty, pulling up
diamonds on my necklace and i’m f+cking on two sl+ts
running up on me, boy, you really must be dumb
f+ck this ho’ one time, now she falling in love
running on me, boy, i got that glock tucked
okay, baby, i want to see how you move
f+cking on your ho’ one time, then i told this b+tch to move
diamonds on my necklace and they dripping likе a pool
hit it from the back, got that little b+tch like, “ooh, ooh”
pouring up this purplе, pour it in my drink
got a b+tch, b+tch with a pretty face, and she got bangs
bite me with her fangs, met a pretty b+tch at the rave
f+cking on her face, diamonds on my necklace
sipping blood in a wraith, pull up in that range rover
f+cking on a pretty b+tch, make her bend over
i can’t be sober, feeling like i’m sosa
fell in love with the vivienne westwood, mix it with the rick owens
your b+tch on my d+ck and i know she notice
want to f+ck on me and my team, yeah
she want to f+ck on me and my twin, diamonds on me hitting
got your b+tch on me, f+ck her with a evil grin
when i hit the scene, they like bluudeyes for the win
all black srt with a all black tint, yeah
and she like why you got to be so rude, baby, you is not my ho’
why the f+ck would i trust you?
talking on my name, my soldiers finna pull up right on you
and you know your boyfriend can’t f+ck you like i do
she know you a clown, b+tch, i hit the scene and you know i’m balling
your b+tch on me, she calling, rocking out again
f+cking on her best friend and she got a twin, f+ck me and my twin
she love how i hit it, f+cking on your mistress
she love how i hit it, she love how i hit it
and she got a dress, shawty, told me to rip it
got her on her knees, make this sl+tty b+tch l!ck it, yeah
yeah, she love to swallow, she don’t spit it, yeah
i got that glock, i can rip it, yeah
hit the pedal, yeah, let’s rip it, yeah
your b+tch on me, and she stripping, yeah



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