paroles de chanson Pack Ya Gucci Bag - D. Weathers feat. SNS

Told Dapper Dan you everything I wanted
No offense, you my bitch, you my homie
Pack yo gucci bag we leaving in the morning
Clean yo diamonds with the rosé
Take ya shoes off in the foreign
Let me show you how to load and clean the hammers
Put you in position, raise ya standards
Fuck you to a scary movie in the phantom
Goosebumps on ya thighs
Gucci guilty on yo panties

I need a ride or die chick
Somebody that's ganna hold me down
Yeah that's my homie now
She ganna be my ride or die chick
She down to to play whatever
We ganna stay together
Shawty you my ride or die chick
She ganna fuck me to sleep and get on top of me
She ganna be my ride or die chick
She said she ganna ride or die
For me

Spilt champagne on the floor inside the gucci store
Being picky ass hell pissed off the manager
Ya spoiled ass
Don't even look at the register
That fuck it let me get it type of shit I got a fetish for
I find it sexy just to watch that ass go shopping
All indecisive help you pick when you got options
Support ya shoe addiction
Only deal with walk-in closets
See how treat this twenty thousand dollar carpet
Bathroom a quarter milly
Know them showers with waterfalls in the ceiling?
When a n***a out of town you masturbating in the mansion
Then FaceTime a ya boy with pussy juice on the camera

Baby you ganna ride
Or die
You stay by my side
For life
You know that we partners
In crime
Baby she ganna ride or die

I need a ride or die chick
Somebody that's ganna hold me down
Yeah that's my homie now
She ganna be my ride or die chick
She down to to play whatever
We ganna stay together
Shawty you my ride or die chick
She ganna fuck me to sleep and get on top of me
She ganna be my ride or die chick
She said she ganna ride or die
For me