young chris - butter lyrics
put a rose out, we you roll out, uh
shred the town up when them hoes out, yeah
couple of vvs-es and the bankroll
she call her girlfriends, she can’t roll!.
put a rose out, we you roll out, uh
shred the town up when them hoes out, yeah
couple of vvs-es and the bankroll
she call her girlfriends, she can’t roll!.
we got so much money, i don’t f-ck so many hoes
i haven’t been through many cities, i haven’t done so many shows
he don’t flip so many blocks, he didn’t say so many os
see the crystal in my rocket, you get smelling in my clothes.
b-tch, i’m a d boy, i’mma hustle up
a boy … i f-ck with her
f-ck around, leave that club with her
everything i love with her.
i can’t love, i pop that p-ssy, give it back
cause my homies put me off, she pop that p-ssy for some racks
hook:
b-tch, i’m about that white, put some b-tter on the streets
benz outside, white, paint a b-tter on the seat.
every time i’m stepping out, they say, ‘see, the freshest is out!’
twenty bottles on the way, tell them, ‘clean my section out!’
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-!
oh, i ball!
b-tch i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-!
tell them all!
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch i’m that n-gg-
oh i ball!
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-
b-tch, i’ve got a nice crib, a hot wheel,
hot b-tch on high heels on some high heels
all she do is drink liquor, smoking, pop pills
she get her check and she blow it all on fox hill
she got chills!
man, i smoke so much weed
i didn’t saw so many girls,
i didn’t been through many benz
i didn’t been through many towns,
yeah, i know so many girls on that park i came around
i didn’t stuck so many chops,
with that glock i get it down, get it down!
n-gg-, what?
f-cking chumps, i hit them up,
man, i put this on my trunk, you n-gg-s stun, i give it up!
hit ’em up, put them down, trying to dodge a hundred rounds,
i got n-gg-s from the town, put you n-gg-s in the count
yellow cashing out, pick that b-tch above the ground
put some vibe on that m-ffling if that n-gg- make a sound
throw them down, all my life,…. b-tter all nigh
and we get that thing solved, and we cook it hard white
hook:
b-tch, i’m about that white, put some b-tter on the streets
benz outside, white, paint a b-tter on the seat.
every time i’m stepping out, they say, ‘see, the freshest is out!’
twenty bottles on the way, tell them, ‘clean my section out!’
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-!
oh, i ball!
b-tch i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-!
tell them all!
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch i’m that n-gg-
oh i ball!
i’m that n-gg-, b-tch, i’m that n-gg-
b-tch, i’ve got a nice crib, a hot wheel,
hot b-tch on high heels on some high heels
all she do is drink liquor, smoking, pop pills
she get her check and she blow it all on fox hill
she got chills!
[outro:]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
sh-t!
call a b-tch!
it’s my season, it’s my turn!
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