paroles de chanson Truly Vert - Dr1ppy

Ahem
I'm Vertigo fucked
No XO
Lol
My friends call me Vert
Dr1ppy on the track huh
Let's go (Let's go)

Yea
It is yours truly, mista little Vert (Vert)
Hit the gym enough, I could put you on a shirt (Shirt)
Drip Balenziaga, cup is full of dirt (Dirt)
Everything is spinnin' and my vision is a blur like
Bust down when she rub down, she got cum up on my shirt (Yuh!)
Like, girl what is you doin', this Chanel it got the fur (Yeah!)
Put her neck down when she get down, do my dance like you a jerk (Jerk)
Like, what the fuck you doin', girl just get that ass to work (Damn!)

She gon throw it, I'm a hold it
Where the fuck you learn to twerk (Where?)
That booty talk to me, I'm talkin back, I like to flirt (Love)
I'm a Milly rock, no silly, I slap that shit for sure (Eat it)
Make your booty talk, you booty call, you nothin' but desert (Damn!)
I'm a disrespectful, different level, cocky fuckin' dude (Facts!)
I hit the bitch, then quit the bitch, then start up something new (On God!)
I don't want this shit to last so I ain't drinkin' Mountain Dew (Never!)
And when she tell me that she love me, gotta go, I know the cue (Gone!)
I'm a feenin' nicotine, I said a "fuck you" to my lungs (Fuck!)
French kissin' cigarettes, I got the ashes on my tongue (Fuck!)
I'm committed not addicted, I can't even get a buzz (Fuck!)
I a smoke it like it's chronic, I'm still lookin' for the rush (Look)
And I never go to class, I oversleep like "anyway" (Gone)
Or I'm chillin' in the stu, I'm sendin' snippets from the tape (Yeah)
Or I'm locked up in the bathrooms with my bros, we brought the vape (Aye)
Or I'm leanin' on a locker, throwin' smirks right at the babe, yeah

Gettin' to the bottom of the bottle (Bottle)
Drownin' in my feelin's, need a doctor (Doctor)
Why are all these demons always models (Models)
Bitch I think I need another bottle (Bottle)
Why's it so hard stayin' sober (Sober)
I'm only kissin' bottles come closer (Closer)
I'm a face the Rona like it's poker (Poker)
My heart fall out my chest when it's over, yeah

Like
It is yours truly, mista little Vert (Vert)
Hit the gym enough, I could put you on a shirt (Shirt)
Drip Balenziaga, cup is full of dirt (Dirt)
Everything is spinnin' and my vision is a blur like
Bust down when she rub down, she got cum up on my shirt (Yuh!)
Like, girl what is you doin', this Chanel it got the fur (Yeah!)
Put her neck down when she get down, do my dance like you a jerk (Jerk)
Like, what the fuck you doin', girl just get that ass to work (Damn!)

(Gettin' to the bottom of the bottle (Bottle)
Drownin' in my feelin's, need a doctor (Doctor)
Why are all these demons always models (Models)
Bitch I think I need another bottle (Bottle)
Why's it so hard stayin' sober (Sober)
I'm only kissin' bottles come closer (Closer)
I'm a face the Rona like it's poker (Poker)
My heart fall out my chest when it's over, yeah)

Yours truly
Vert