Yeah
Aye
Aye
Ill take you out to tear it down at Lenox
Drape you down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how we choose to do the shit is our business
The lord is our witness
Eiffel Tower visits
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
You don't have to take me out to tear it down at Lenox
Or drape me down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how choose to do the shit is nobody but our business
Pointed you out out of a crowd of bitches
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
In the booth I pour out my soul
You hate when I get dressed and tell you that I'm bout to go
So that's when you get dressed and ask me "where we bout to go"
Stay in the sheets im going to the Sheetz right down the road
Girl don't worry bout them hoes
You let all your doubters know
What you about when you exit out of the shower slow
With pictures that you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
HaZz - A Thousand Pictures (feat. Ashleigh Salate) Lyrics
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Yeah
Aye
Aye
Ill take you out to tear it down at Lenox
Drape you down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how we choose to do the shit is our business
The lord is our witness
Eiffel Tower visits
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
You don't have to take me out to tear it down at Lenox
Or drape me down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how choose to do the shit is nobody but our business
Pointed you out out of a crowd of bitches
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
In the booth I pour out my soul
You hate when I get dressed and tell you that I'm bout to go
So that's when you get dressed and ask me "where we bout to go"
Stay in the sheets im going to the Sheetz right down the road
Girl don't worry bout them hoes
You let all your doubters know
What you about when you exit out of the shower slow
With pictures that you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
Aye
Aye
Ill take you out to tear it down at Lenox
Drape you down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how we choose to do the shit is our business
The lord is our witness
Eiffel Tower visits
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
You don't have to take me out to tear it down at Lenox
Or drape me down in lenons
The world is ours
What we do in it
And how choose to do the shit is nobody but our business
Pointed you out out of a crowd of bitches
I bet you would be the baddest one out of a thousand bitches
Bet you delete my favorite ones out of a thousand pictures
That you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
In the booth I pour out my soul
You hate when I get dressed and tell you that I'm bout to go
So that's when you get dressed and ask me "where we bout to go"
Stay in the sheets im going to the Sheetz right down the road
Girl don't worry bout them hoes
You let all your doubters know
What you about when you exit out of the shower slow
With pictures that you take
On your phone
When its late
And your all alone
Cause bitches fake
And niggas come and go
But you still run it tho
Writer: Timothy Wilson
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