king los - bonnie & clyde lyrics
[hook]
whole bunch of money in a duffle bag (duffle bag)
ridin’ on you n-ggas for the love of cash (love of cash)
double barrel shotty, she a bad b-tch (bad b-tch)
wala, what we got is magic (go)
shorty said you know i’m down to ride like (go)
d-mn baby, you the bonnie to my clyde like (go)
we be on it, we be on it all night (go)
just f-ck em baby, when we see em on site
[verse 1]
how you b-tches actin booje in a honda
my b00bie and cabana havin sushi in katana
makin movies come home and play jacuzzi’s
and designer loubis and a two piece blowin doobies
in a sauna
lemon mirange guts chrome doomies on the chevy
lemon head rollie stones fruity in the beze
two nickel plated dese’s (desert eagles)
call them b-tches lezi’s (lesbians)
when they l!ck and then they bust
and leave all you p-ssys messy (go)
flyer than a helicopter propeller
we spinnin, takin off
n-ggas hatin, b-tches jealous
we winning, go take a loss
they just soft, made my way that make me boss
my b-tch so made, i’m just so paid
i just don’t wait, i straight go off
i’m just like f-ck em, f-ck em
she said lets match and we riding
i said we catch em and clashing
after we blast em we sliding
ain’t no actual problems
no need to ask if i got em
just book the flight after the heist
bury the cash on the island
and we out
[hook]
[verse 2]
deuce, deuce with the damier grip (work)
and i keep a spare clip behind the hair clip (woah)
leave your sh-t bare somewhere where theres bears sh-t
i was born on halloween and you’d be on that scared sh-t (uh)
when you see him you gon see me too
that’s off gp thats how a b-tch from d.c. do (work)
still f-ck with that deniro like a peshy fan (fan)
ain’t too much change like a pepsi can (can)
i get the drop on a b-tch from my right hand (uh)
and put dots on the sh-t like a sprite can (work)
why you copin lamb bags i’m in a white lamb
settle down my bezel loud, it’s a hypeman (uh)
serve these b-tches like serena not a rookie
make these b-tches hate a nickel play a nina by the p-ssy (yeah)
bonnie and clyde n-gga stop that (stop that)
feel like you bumpin j and foxy in a box hat (uh)
[hook]
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