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 #

molly santana - goyard bags lyrics

[intro: molly santana]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: molly santana]
got all them hunnids, went ahead and bought me a hummer (yeah, yeah)
got [?]
you don’t really want it, i’ll turn yo’ ass to a runner (yeah)
you don’t want it, my swag, yeah, it’ll get ya’ done up (yeah, yeah)
you don’t want it, can’t take one step in the jungle (yeah, yeah)
you don’t want it, just step back before you crumble (yeah, yeah)
you don’t want it, but get ready to tumble (yeah, yeah)
you don’t want it, just take yo’ ass outta’ trouble

[post+chorus: molly santana & showjoe]
you don’t have
and i’m having lots, goyard bags
how i, pull the knots, pour my glass
d+mn i, beat the odds, told you thеre
i would, make a lot

[verse 1: showjoe & molly santana]
cause thеre it’s dj drama (yeah), like b+tch i don’t need yo’ drama (woah)
i got more heat than a sauna (yeah), like fortnite need that llama (yeah, yeah)
i go ape sh+t, really got it out the jungl
f+ck that fake sh+t, turning locks till we at yo’ front door (front door)
i never knew my swag would have the influence to end it (yeah)
i really need my cash, and now that i turned to a misfit (yeah)
i was just so down bad, was tryna figure out how to get rich (yeah, woah)
only one reason to be mad, when you see these other n+ggas get lit (yeah)
[verse 2: molly santana & showjoe]
i don’t want no fancy clothes, smoking a whole lotta vegetables
i do it the best, you know, that’s why i got ’em impressin (woah)
left ’em impressionable, that’s why she rock them ‘giela toes (giela toes)
she see molly, she got all the body, where does she get her clothes?
how she get the dough, i get bags, i get the rolls
i’m smoking on veggie dough, walk in with a bag, we spendin’ tho’
like baby i’m bound to blow, so you better not get too close
i could really get that rolls, and i could really send her home (what)
she said that she wanna meet show, so i’m finna pull up and strike a pose (yeah)
these n+ggas they act like hoes, and tell me that this is the life i chose (no)
i got a lil’ magazine, b+tch, they catch the highlight and [?]
i got a lil’ swag diesase, b+tch, i’m coughin’ up ice, it’s cold (woah)
i get the dough you heard that?
i’m takin’ them apart, no quarterback
i put on the game, i [?]
she come in my lane, i’m swervin’ that (yeah, yeah)
say they on the way, well where they at?
n+ggas broke, buying clothes, then take it back
i was just on the road, makin’ racks
i’ve been runnin’ the game, no sweat

- molly santana lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS