paroles de chanson Brunch - Rich Nanni

Yeah

Um hmm

Rich Nanni

Stiff on a hoe, I like my nigga boujee
Twenty twenty vision still dont see no way of fucking losing
Ain't no pick me, but I got all these bitches niggas ' choosing
I can't fuck with him if he don't trick off and let me use him
On God

I can't love that boy, he got a finnsta
Soft ass, lips for this pussy, this clit sensitive
Booster hoes tripping, gave me clothes with the sensor
Might get the tweakin' on my scam nigga, water on his printer

If I miss my period, baby born rich like a Jenner
Still waitin' on you to put it on, since, last, last, winter
You bitches so behind, I got a flash pass enter
Fuck
Nigga, I can't cook for you, this ass for dinner
Uh

Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch
He say how I know he was a eater
I just had a hunch
Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him
I'm just having fun
Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs
Gotta have a gun

Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch
He say how I know he was a eater
I just had a hunch
Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him
I'm just having fun
Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs
Gotta have a gun

Young, turnt' n single, we no kids, hoe
Bitch, better not play with me
They know I'ma up the score

Everybody fuck with me
Everything I touch turn gold
Know some folks that'll bust for me
I ain't gotta touch a soul

Nigga, say his bitch a fan of me
I'm on his hit list, though
Keep that taramana and that cheap shit
That's sum row ya boat

I'm tryna drive the yacht
Outside lookin' for the thots
AC on my neck and wrist, somehow a bitch still hot

Coulda went black truck, but I drove two door, addin' to the plot
He say that he him when he get round me, I'm like, no, you not
Cap
Nah, nigga, no, you ain't
Fake
My idea of a first date is to the bank
ATM to be exact

Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch
He say how I know he was a eater
I just had a hunch
Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him
I'm just having fun
Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs
Gotta have a gun

Pussy for brunch, that nigga a munch
He say how I know he was a eater
I just had a hunch
Fuck up, or not he know that I'ma leave him
I'm just having fun
Nigga, gotta tote like Marc Jacobs
Gotta have a gun