Oxburg - F.W.M.V Lyrics

Violated then wanting my help see that's a no no. Like how u run my bizz to the net that's a hoe blow.

Now you home sitting alone like you was total reminiscing stalking my stories and all my photos.

I score without coppin her Emilio Pucci.. she wit me she ignore her nigga cause he a goofy

He ah die 4 it. But ya know we keep it on us. Talkin bout run da fade what I look like boosie.

U can't blame him cause she pressure tho.

Cuban bust down necklace yo
Just can't love her cause she jus a...

Or for da right nigga man she just a go.
Or she prolly out yo league in i'm just da goat.

Bottles of Clase Azul got us leaned.
She dont like niggas thats all on da scene.

U tell her u love her u cop her Celine.
But for me she get all on her knees.

Trench coat only lingerie wit da G string.
Pure natural genuine is how she see things. Might bend the rules wit dis one on some G shit. Tell her pack her bags for da weekend.


If we f*ck girl I just wanna let you know.
Want ya soul body stiff like a vegetable.

Lock my number in ya phone wit da xoxo
I go deep I might stretch ya hole..


I need a minute of ya time. Tell me what you thinkin take you any where you like... We standing on they couches sippin tequila wit da lime.
If we leave here we f*ckin tonight.


Stay in touch wit a nigga when you need to confide. Talks in da beamer while ya seat on recline.

Yves on my body got you stuck to my side.
Girl I know you gone f*ck wit my vibe.

40 inches on the ass bout a quarter on the waist but I ain't gonna chase lil momma.

She a 10 in the face in she got her own cake
So I think I'm gone wait a lil longer.

Caught her slippin by da way had to pull her by the waist when I get her they gone hate that im on her.

Don repo by the case mix sour wit da chase
She don't drink but gone blow dis gonja.

Aint another nigga ever do you like I did you.
Jimmy Choo dis Botega that when I was wit you.

Balenciaga, Balmain shit had you fitted proper.
Dinners off da coast Eddie V's & Benihana.

Certified steppa yea da Boys a semi cocka.
You love dat gangsta shit heart melt when u see me pop up.

Just lock my number in ya phone wit da xoxo.
I go deep I might stretch ya hole..

I need a minute of ya time. Tell me what you thinkin take you any where you like... We standing on they couches sippin tequila wit da lime.
If we leave here we f*ckin tonight.


Stay in touch wit a nigga when you need to confide. Talks in da beamer while ya seat on recline.

Yves on my body got you stuck on my side.
Girl I know you gone f*ck wit my vibe.

F*ck with my vibe...

You gone f*ck with my vibe...

Got you stuck to my side...

If we leave here we f*ckin tonight...