leesta - spoiled girl lyrics
[intro]
lot of pints in my fridge (rok on the track, yeah)
ballin’ on ’em like i’m kobe, rip to him and mamacita
got givenchy, i don’t wear no d+mn adidas
my b+tch ask why i don’t do shoes, i won’t go for nothin’ less than an amphitheater
the hoes in your dm my bros, and i can’t relate ’cause my girls is all fancy divas
[chorus]
i put designer on me
walk in the mall, she got prada on
i just spent a whole bag on my diamonds
i ain’t ever got caught with no rhinestones
my lil’ bro turn your house to a crimezone
i’ma pour up the drank up until i’m gone
in a maserati, want a ride home?
still got mob ties, they all tied up
[verse]
still got mob ties
can’t talk to my hoes ’cause thеy all high
big strap on the floor, tote them arms right
shе wanna know what codeine like
she suckin’ d+ck, tryna see what my protein’s like
big house, got cameras and motion lights
tell lil’ mama, “spread your legs, get ’em open wide”
i guess i was sayin’ stuff she just was hopin’, right
i pour whole sixes of codeine, it got me dozin’ right
maserati race, f+ck is a maserati to my lamb’ truck?
kicked out the hotel, they can’t handle us
i hang with some scammers and k!llers and criminals, know that these people can’t stand us
my b+tch just got mad, she should probably apologize, but she don’t got no manners
lot of pints in my fridge
when i score, i ain’t gon’ sip it out the bottle
so much prada on my b+tch, she like a model
posted in the panamera, sittin’ on the throttle
twerkin’ on a b+tch, she gon’ l!ck it just to swallow
audemars, sh+t, my b+tch don’t gotta borrow
time from the boys, ’cause it’s tickin’ now
shoot for my brothers, i’ll risk it for ’em
[chorus]
lot of pints in my fridge
lot of pints in my fridge
ballin’ on ’em like i’m kobe, rip to him and mamacita
got givenchy, i don’t wear no d+mn adidas
my b+tch ask why i don’t do shoes, i won’t go for nothin’ less than an amphitheater
the hoes in your dm my bros, and i can’t relate ’cause my girls is all fancy divas
[chorus]
i put designer on me
walk in the mall, she got prada on
i just spent a whole bag on my diamonds
i ain’t ever got caught with no rhinestones
my lil’ bro turn your house to a crimezone
i’ma pour up the drank up until i’m gone
in a maserati, want a ride home?
still got mob ties, they all tied up
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