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oliver francis – vitamin water lyrics

[intro: oliver]
ye, say that he got that, ye

[verse: oliver]
he say that he got that whip but he don’t
sippin’ on syrup now watch how it foam
smoking a blunt at the crib with your hoe
we be pouring it up and we sippin’ it slow
you need that product, you know where to go
hit me, i got it’s on for the low
she say i’m pretty and she like to float
b-tch i keep it so jiggy you already know
i came alone but i left with your hoe
she on my couch and we smoking a whole
blunt to the face and a room full of smoke
i’ma lace up my nike and kick in this door
my coffee table is covered in dough
vitamin water and probably some dope
blessed in the beamer you think i’m the pope
and you f-ck with me wrong and them hammers gon’ blow
you f-ck with me wrong and them hammers gon’ bang
thats a mistake if you f-ck with my gang
she give me top while i switch up my lanes
i be shopping for shoes and sippin’ for drank
know that i’m stuffing a swisha with the stank
already done all the sh-t that you say
you ain’t a gang yours all f-cking lames
ice on my earlobes and ice on my chain
f-ck do you listen then if i ain’t cool
f-ck you and yours and f-ck your whole crew
i’m in studio smoking blunts h-lla bouf
and i know what i heard and it sound like the truth
know what i heard but it sound like truth (squad)
i’ve been f-cking your girl in the back of the coup
i’m with this sh-t so you know that you ain’t
clothes in my car, we smelling like stank
i’m getting money b-tch i’m getting paid
cannot see you cause the cash in the way
louis vuitton from the back of the shades
ferregamo and new gucci frames
i’m switching lanes, she give me brain
forever i know is i ride for the gang
forever i know is i ride for the squad
b-tch i’m the best and i put it on god
we smoking weed and we riding them cars
we doin’ donuts like all through the yard
forever i know is i die for the clique
purple the color the sh-t that we sip
i’m pourin’ up alizé in the whip
smoking a blunt, f-cking your b-tch

[hook: oliver]
i need two liter sprite for the lean
yeah, i need two blond dikes to the v (turnup)
my b-tches weigh out the white on a beam
money might drop f-ck a sight got a beam (turnup, turnup)
yeah, i need two liter sprite for the lean
yeah, i need two blond dikes to the v
my b-tches weigh out the white on a beam
money might drop f-ck a sight got a beam
graaah, graah (grah)
graaah, grah, graaah, grah
graaah, graah (grah)

- oliver francis lyrics

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