Prince Rage - Wings Lyrics

Cuzzo down to score, yeah he play the wing
If I bag her like some snow, turn her to a fiend
Drippy drop, Ice Box, Yeah you see the bling
Gimme top, I'm not, gonna give her strings
In my lane, I be swervin, see the black suburban
Thick like Jhonni, wit a tan, wonder why I'm thirsty
I'm da mothaf*ckin' Prince, bitch you cannot curb me
She gon hop all on the dick, I just call her Kermit
Iont even rock the color blue, but you gon respect this crippin'
Drip bitch I keep me a mop, you still can't catch me slippin'
Not Khalid all I do is win, tell em only god my witness
Showed up when a nigga got lit, I ain't see you in the beginning
You pay for the pussy you simpin', I ain't pay shit still hit it
Keep grindin til telephone digits, is the type of money I'm gettin'
Woke up focused on the money, these niggas be still tryna fit in
I was still f*ckin dey bitches, even when a nigga ain't fit in
Word to my mistress, tell em lil niggas kick rocks, I am not tryna kick it
Still rep da same damn gang, post on that block, black use to trap wit a cricket
Let a nigga back door me, won't shit slide, f*ck around get ya shit kicked in
You don't do shit for me, not on my side, no hand out from me nigga
Whisper in her ear you can damn near hear the bitch cummin'
Da pussy hit a lil bit different, when a nigga smell like money
She can run game on you, but bitch I am not no dummy
Fight a hunnit niggas at once, before you ever see me runnin'
If I ever go broke, throw the ski mask on tell a bitch nigga run it
You would think I got a bitch pregnant, cause my dick all in her tummy
I don't wanna hear you say you love me, less it's from the bottom and you mean it
Stop posting money on the gram, cause muhf*ckas plottin' and scheming'
Shit ain't easy, uno just make it look easy
I told everybody I was gon get rich, I still don't think they believe me
F*ckin wit me I aim at his top, just like a muhf*ckin' teepee
Niggas hate on me and don't even know me
I got this shit out da mud on my lonely
Cuzzo down to score, yeah he play the wing
If I bag her like some snow, turn her to a fiend
Drippy drop, Ice Box, yeah you see the bling
Gimme top, I'm not, gonna give her strings
In my lane, I be swervin', see the black suburban
Thick like Jhonni, wit a tan, wonder why I'm thirsty
I'm the mothaf*ckin Prince, bitch you cannot curb me
She gon hop all on the dick, I just call her Kermit