Rose gold set, looking healthy with these carrots
I f*ck with you, I can't do no marriage
Lost a few, under 30 this life I cherish
Laced up in some vintage shit I copped from Perrish
Got the drip, ooh-wee like I'm Sauce Walka
Hand me down game coming straight from my father
Tell the cleaners no starch on my polo collar
Rule number one, stay far from niggas who ain't got no dollars
I'm on a million dollar mission
Now she want my attention
Watchin' Jordan play the Pistons
More Dom in the fridge, once this finish
Drop my shit off at my jeweler, get that fresh clean
19-OG Snow, Mitchell & Ness, mixed with Supreme
Got authentic tags hanging off of the Kareem
Flippin' through the hood in the 9-6 Lexus, Mr. Ice Cream
Roll that weed up, let's get high
Like the birds up in the sky
She been fiending since she seen me, I can see it in her eyes
Yeah, she wanna eat me up for lunch
I'm a Backwood ass nigga, I put the tree inside the leaf and that cheese over the buns
Yeah Beam me up, Supreme me up, no, Ralph me down
Hardest round with the hottest sound, I can't be modest now
Blow a bag when I'm out of town, yeah, I'm finna drown
Rose gold in my neck, my bitch wear a crown, know they hear us now
You don't throw these fits together like me, uh
She ride me better than I ride this beat
East side, repping until they lie on my feet
In a pair of 3s, 6 feet deep I know you don't wanna leave
I need a two-door with no lease
I'm trying to count these dead prez in a white Lex
You can get some rose gold, not a whitedress, yeah, yeah
AJ Snow - White Lex (feat. 9txxn) Lyrics
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Rose gold set, looking healthy with these carrots
I f*ck with you, I can't do no marriage
Lost a few, under 30 this life I cherish
Laced up in some vintage shit I copped from Perrish
Got the drip, ooh-wee like I'm Sauce Walka
Hand me down game coming straight from my father
Tell the cleaners no starch on my polo collar
Rule number one, stay far from niggas who ain't got no dollars
I'm on a million dollar mission
Now she want my attention
Watchin' Jordan play the Pistons
More Dom in the fridge, once this finish
Drop my shit off at my jeweler, get that fresh clean
19-OG Snow, Mitchell & Ness, mixed with Supreme
Got authentic tags hanging off of the Kareem
Flippin' through the hood in the 9-6 Lexus, Mr. Ice Cream
Roll that weed up, let's get high
Like the birds up in the sky
She been fiending since she seen me, I can see it in her eyes
Yeah, she wanna eat me up for lunch
I'm a Backwood ass nigga, I put the tree inside the leaf and that cheese over the buns
Yeah Beam me up, Supreme me up, no, Ralph me down
Hardest round with the hottest sound, I can't be modest now
Blow a bag when I'm out of town, yeah, I'm finna drown
Rose gold in my neck, my bitch wear a crown, know they hear us now
You don't throw these fits together like me, uh
She ride me better than I ride this beat
East side, repping until they lie on my feet
In a pair of 3s, 6 feet deep I know you don't wanna leave
I need a two-door with no lease
I'm trying to count these dead prez in a white Lex
You can get some rose gold, not a whitedress, yeah, yeah
I f*ck with you, I can't do no marriage
Lost a few, under 30 this life I cherish
Laced up in some vintage shit I copped from Perrish
Got the drip, ooh-wee like I'm Sauce Walka
Hand me down game coming straight from my father
Tell the cleaners no starch on my polo collar
Rule number one, stay far from niggas who ain't got no dollars
I'm on a million dollar mission
Now she want my attention
Watchin' Jordan play the Pistons
More Dom in the fridge, once this finish
Drop my shit off at my jeweler, get that fresh clean
19-OG Snow, Mitchell & Ness, mixed with Supreme
Got authentic tags hanging off of the Kareem
Flippin' through the hood in the 9-6 Lexus, Mr. Ice Cream
Roll that weed up, let's get high
Like the birds up in the sky
She been fiending since she seen me, I can see it in her eyes
Yeah, she wanna eat me up for lunch
I'm a Backwood ass nigga, I put the tree inside the leaf and that cheese over the buns
Yeah Beam me up, Supreme me up, no, Ralph me down
Hardest round with the hottest sound, I can't be modest now
Blow a bag when I'm out of town, yeah, I'm finna drown
Rose gold in my neck, my bitch wear a crown, know they hear us now
You don't throw these fits together like me, uh
She ride me better than I ride this beat
East side, repping until they lie on my feet
In a pair of 3s, 6 feet deep I know you don't wanna leave
I need a two-door with no lease
I'm trying to count these dead prez in a white Lex
You can get some rose gold, not a whitedress, yeah, yeah
Writer: Alan Ellis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, EMPIRE PUBLISHING