paroles de chanson Off White Cayenne - STĪCKŸ

Caesar
Ooh Ah
BAA
Pull up, off white cayenne
the way I pull these bitches
they call me Peter Pan
So many diamonds they call me
diamond Dan
Got myself some BAPE
when I was in Japan
(He do, he can)
Shit feelin' like rush hour
and I'm Jackie Chan (Ooh)
I'm startin' shit
they call me Eric Cartman
I shot him wit' my tec-9
now he's on a milk carton
My hotel cost more than your rent
I'm in the Ritz Carlton (Woo)
How many bodies your girlfriend got?
yeah, why she still countin'
I took a plane to Miami
I'm baddie scoutin' (Raa)
Popped off the pill, popped of the x still
You ain't got no money you're my little Bill
Those aren't natural tits,
they be so filled
Get your ratchet ass back on Dr. Phil (Baa)
Her ego higher than her high heels,
my Tesla electric eel
Your broke ass gonna' steal
If you're eatin' veal, you're a sick fuck
I pull up in a lamb truck
they all wanna' fuck (ayo)
I carry more bread than a Brink's truck
BAA
Ooh
Caesar
Ooh Ah
BAA
Pull up, off white cayenne
the way I pull these bitches
they call me Peter Pan
So many diamonds they call me
diamond Dan
Got myself some BAPE
when I was in Japan
(He do, he can)
Shit feelin' like rush hour
and I'm Jackie Chan (Ooh)
I'm startin' shit
they call me Eric Cartman
I shot him wit' my tec-9
now he's on a milk carton
My hotel cost more than your rent
I'm in the Ritz Carlton (Woo)
How many bodies your girlfriend got?
yeah, why she still countin'
My money big, my bread is big
Ya bitch I send you packin'
Man this government taxin'
You're just playin' actin'
(Intangible)
Man you just be yappin'
here's my bass pro hat cause you be cappin'
Daytona 500, I'm overlappin'
I'm pumped off adrenaline
You crossed my line like a Mexican
I'm big like Zion, Ima' Pelican
I'm skinny as shit Ima' skeleton
But I'm countin' so many Benjamin's (Woo)
I open this Bently door (Ya) like Ima' gentleman (Ooh)
My SVJ green, I feel like I'm Ben Ten
I woke up with some bed head then I went right back to bed
I ain't sippin' on red, you workin' on makin' some bread
Caesar
Ooh Ah
BAA
Pull up, off white cayenne
the way I pull these bitches
they call me Peter Pan
So many diamonds they call me
diamond Dan
Got myself some BAPE
when I was in Japan
(He do, he can)
Shit feelin' like rush hour
and I'm Jackie Chan (Ooh)
I'm startin' shit
they call me Eric Cartman
I shot him wit' my tec-9
now he's on a milk carton
My hotel cost more than your rent
I'm in the Ritz Carlton (Woo)
How many bodies your girlfriend got?
yeah, why she still countin'
My money big, my bread is big
Ya bitch I send you packin'
I'm sippin' on lean straight wok,
I'm sittin' a bitch you no bot
Fuckin' that bitch she a bop
BAA