a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

donald grunge - so sorry lyrics

[hook]
i’m so sorry lil’ lady, i gotta get going
i already hit, so i dipped helmut lang, whipped with the off+white
then i’m having fits with the ricks
i’m mvp, playing in the game
you only played in the scrimmage
i’m smoking, foot is outside of the rental
thumbin’ through all of my blessings

[verse 1]
this hoodie is seventh heaven
yeezy boots step through the trenches
cartier, look through my lenses
had nothing and i never forget it
needed fourteen, for the 50 (cent) cd
but i just had like eleven
but that was just back in the days
and now we use hunnits for treys
and now all of the gas that i face
she off of the molly for days

told that b+tch gimmie straight top
i want the sloppy top
don’t you use ya denchers
said she don’t want me to finish
but i already hit so i bust
already hit gotta run
already hit gotta dash
pushing my foot on the gas
dare you to pull
and all of my guns gonna blast
all my guns gonna blast
[hook]
sorry lil’ lady, i gotta get going
i already hit, so i dipped
helmut lang, whipped with the off+white
then i’m having fits with the ricks
i’m mvp playing in the game
you only played in the scrimmage
i’m smoking, foot is outside of the rental
thumbin’ through all of my blessings

[verse 2]
thumbin’ through all of my blessings
mmm
thumbin’ through all of my blessings
mmm
thumbin’ through all of my blessings
this hoodie is seventh heaven
sending ya dog straight to heaven
now we just smoking his pack
rolling a blunt to relax
remember we was back to back
and we was down bad
we was like the bas+m+nt floor
’cause we was down bad

i ain’t have no money
had to get off my ass!
now i got chrome hearts on my ass
now i got ricky on my sneakers
remember i was rocking them adidas
momma ain’t have no f+cking money
had to get up cause i was bummy
had to get up cause i was high
had to get high up in the sky

men lie, women lie, money don’t lie!
imma touch a milli and split it with the guys

miss my cousin, he doing time
miss my cousin, he doing time
but i know he gon’ be fine
and my dawgy still be tripping off the percocets
tell him put ’em down
because i know it ain’t gon’ work for him

[hook]
sorry lil’ lady, i gotta get going
i already hit, so i dipped
helmut lang, whipped with the off+white
then i’m having fits with the ricks
i’m mvp, playing in the game
you only played in the scrimmage
i’m smoking, foot is outside of the rental
thumbin’ through all of my blessings

- donald grunge lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS