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phlo finister - mod dress lyrics

[verse 1: phlo finister]
grab my hand boy don’t be scared
i got the drugs so stay right there
you’re sick as h-ll, your hot like fire
all i wanna do is be your supplier
designer drugs, i got em all
baby tell me what you want i’ll put you on
i know you’re f-cked up your barely breathing now
he on that coca cola cl-ssic never coming down

[hook]
i don’t got a friend i got stains on my mod dress
he’s laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out
i don’t got a friend i got stains on my mod dress
he’s laying on the floor his nose is bleeding out
stains on my mod dress, cause i got the coldest dope (x2)

[verse 2: phlo finister]
i’ve been a bad girl, i’ve kissed the devils lips
and now i’m guilty and i’m tripping off my innocence
chanel and c0ke, cigarette smoke
the room is crowded and your eyes laying low
lets leave this place, wanna take you home
baby tell me what you want, i’ll put you on
i know you’re f-cked up barely breathing now
he on that coca cola cl-ssic never coming down

[hook]

[verse 3: robb bank$]
you love me, or you wanna take a sip
do you want a family or do you want this d-ck
sh-t b-tch i got three alprazolams and i take them all to the head
and you gon’ lie on your back
shut the f-ck up while i’m pushing a little more in than the head
b-tch i’m bout that bread straight bout my cash
if i wasn’t i probably couldn’t afford yo -ss
and you think you so big even on your knees
not worried about them other hoes but you need to be
aye get your focus off me and hit your cheap -ss weed
that i laced with a pill of what kind i didn’t tell
little n-gga from the dale and i ain’t going back to jail
riding round with 16’s like your album didn’t sell b-tch

[hook]

- phlo finister lyrics

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