Текст песни Evil Choir - BabyQue

Bigger car bigger seats but no brains
She dont love me for me love my name
Take her out and she feel all the fame
She in love with my stain thats a shame
Hop in the car she loving my ghost
When we out always wanting to post
And she keep taking pics with my chain
Swear to god this girl doing the most
Just get her gone

Dior hoodie i drip in designer
Im already a goat and i didnt have to sign up
Leave him razor cut sharp like he just line up
Only black and white with me i feel like designer
And i really be drip with that gucci and Gabbana
I love 700's my yeezy's be fire
He say he gone blow when he see me he a lair
If i ever catch my opps swear to god man they dying
Big house living good like the Jeffersons
I care about the hate because its really irrelevant
The way I preach to these boys yall should call me a reverent
Got a clip shape like the nose of an Elephant
I don't misplace got him gone like a key
Man my tip toes always banging the B's
Im not never scared because the drac got a C
Call my shooters joe because they stalk like a creep
Week done imma drip in my mink
Haters futon get them stretched like a seat
Hate on no one that could never be me
Pay the opps bound get them dead in a week
Ask for to much she could be pleased
Baby whats next is a house and ring
She got them Percocets and the xan in her jean
And she turning up turning up with out me
I aint never been a hater
I got money now im on the radar
I never appreciate how yall changed up
I got the same money with the same truck Man its kinda wired yall wear the same clothes
And im still jumping with the same code
I was thirteen wearing fake gold
Im the same dude with a bankroll
Baby turn up lets just dance at this party
Got three girls on me and they high off the roxy's
Man i feel kinda classic Versace my body
Jumpman on my shoe man im finna get gone
Man i dont like your voice may u lower yo tone
Got three on my now and they tryna get on
Man they grabbing my phone tryna ask for a post
Hol up wait a minute baby sucked out my soul

Bigger car bigger seats but no brains
She dont love me for me love my name
Take her out and she feel all the fame
She in love with my stain thats a shame
Hop in the car she loving my ghost
When we out always wanting to post
And she keep taking pics with my chain
Swear to god this girl doing the most
Just get her gone
Bigger car bigger seats but no brains
She dont love me for me love my name
Take her out and she feel all the fame
She in love with my stain thats a shame
Hop in the car she loving my ghost
When we out always wanting to post
And she keep taking pics with my chain
Swear to god this girl doing the most
Just get her gone