Prod. DJKronicBeats
Whippin up the pot the smoke come out cuz bitch I'm lit yuh
King over my city 813 yeah we the shit yuh
Talk of the town bitch I don't play around
I got low lows for the pound we too wavy wit the sound
Yeah bitch Tesla for my ride aye bitch you need lyft?
Don't want thotties I need hotties in the whip like Taylor Swift
Bad bitch got a vibe she need Starbucks for the ride
If she trippin them I'm sippin best not play cuz I got Nine yuh
Talkin bout Nina
She love the rush got her wet Aquafina
I got the sauce and I'm flooded like walka
I can't take no loss Triple X wit the Voss
Chill in Miami we up Andover
I'm runnin my shit so they call me Rick Ross
Off white like chalk
After I hit it I tell that lil bitch to go head and get loss yeah!
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Shaka locka G shit Papa was a Rollin Stone (yuh)
All I see is money when a nigga in his zone (yuh)
Bitch I been a dog
You might as well throw me my bone (okay!)
Yuh I used to be chillin
Now I love the feelin cuz a nigga too illin
Call me Yung Joker I'm the fye new villain
Slide to the top ain't no glass ceiling
Bitch it's a all night party that we gettin into yuh
If you think it's over then the joke is on you ayee
Trappin out the bricks a nigga came up off a half
Back when I ain't have it all y'all bitches used to laugh
Had to grow up fast yuh
Wopo wit the cash yuh
No cappin in my rappin
Ain't no flippin Stacy Dash ugh
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
C.O.P.E - Taylor Swift Lyrics
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Prod. DJKronicBeats
Whippin up the pot the smoke come out cuz bitch I'm lit yuh
King over my city 813 yeah we the shit yuh
Talk of the town bitch I don't play around
I got low lows for the pound we too wavy wit the sound
Yeah bitch Tesla for my ride aye bitch you need lyft?
Don't want thotties I need hotties in the whip like Taylor Swift
Bad bitch got a vibe she need Starbucks for the ride
If she trippin them I'm sippin best not play cuz I got Nine yuh
Talkin bout Nina
She love the rush got her wet Aquafina
I got the sauce and I'm flooded like walka
I can't take no loss Triple X wit the Voss
Chill in Miami we up Andover
I'm runnin my shit so they call me Rick Ross
Off white like chalk
After I hit it I tell that lil bitch to go head and get loss yeah!
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Shaka locka G shit Papa was a Rollin Stone (yuh)
All I see is money when a nigga in his zone (yuh)
Bitch I been a dog
You might as well throw me my bone (okay!)
Yuh I used to be chillin
Now I love the feelin cuz a nigga too illin
Call me Yung Joker I'm the fye new villain
Slide to the top ain't no glass ceiling
Bitch it's a all night party that we gettin into yuh
If you think it's over then the joke is on you ayee
Trappin out the bricks a nigga came up off a half
Back when I ain't have it all y'all bitches used to laugh
Had to grow up fast yuh
Wopo wit the cash yuh
No cappin in my rappin
Ain't no flippin Stacy Dash ugh
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Whippin up the pot the smoke come out cuz bitch I'm lit yuh
King over my city 813 yeah we the shit yuh
Talk of the town bitch I don't play around
I got low lows for the pound we too wavy wit the sound
Yeah bitch Tesla for my ride aye bitch you need lyft?
Don't want thotties I need hotties in the whip like Taylor Swift
Bad bitch got a vibe she need Starbucks for the ride
If she trippin them I'm sippin best not play cuz I got Nine yuh
Talkin bout Nina
She love the rush got her wet Aquafina
I got the sauce and I'm flooded like walka
I can't take no loss Triple X wit the Voss
Chill in Miami we up Andover
I'm runnin my shit so they call me Rick Ross
Off white like chalk
After I hit it I tell that lil bitch to go head and get loss yeah!
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Shaka locka G shit Papa was a Rollin Stone (yuh)
All I see is money when a nigga in his zone (yuh)
Bitch I been a dog
You might as well throw me my bone (okay!)
Yuh I used to be chillin
Now I love the feelin cuz a nigga too illin
Call me Yung Joker I'm the fye new villain
Slide to the top ain't no glass ceiling
Bitch it's a all night party that we gettin into yuh
If you think it's over then the joke is on you ayee
Trappin out the bricks a nigga came up off a half
Back when I ain't have it all y'all bitches used to laugh
Had to grow up fast yuh
Wopo wit the cash yuh
No cappin in my rappin
Ain't no flippin Stacy Dash ugh
Rollin on Nebraska wit my buss down cost 350 yuh
Back when I was broke them hoes just wasn't f*ckin wit me yuh
Rest In Peace to Jimmy aye
Got the bag like Winski aye
Now I got the drip and in my mansion shit go hand in hand like
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Bitch now I'm a star and ain't nobody shining like me
White girls, ice tea
White girls, ice tea
Writer: Chris Copeland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid