Текст песни Rousse - Flypatchi

Rushoff, in route, ma balancxe
Feel da rush, I'm rousse her fabric
Bubble, chains, glitter, golden
Pieces, precious, lights, jus gorgeous
Ain talkn starrs but talkn diamonds
Yeh, da money talks a lot
Sumn optic, skope it out
Slopes and skis she skate too much
Cold, her feet, she skate das frost
Hol'me down, she floss a lot

Your presence is a blessing caught dat blemish on ur face

Powder white as snow, dripped in sauce, tiptoe in heels
Caulibills, from da weed I blaze
Zones and quarters, bandz, I safe it up kooli moon, ma high chills
Gettin it, lit I'm float woah
In a koupe I go, off to da skirts I skate, ma jet I bing

Your presence is a blessing caught dat blemish on ur face

Sey her body doe, opients and Valiums doe
Dietary, salads doe. balanced but das vital doe
Cc her fur das mink
Koala boi da fuxk u think
Uh Chanel furry shxt
Kango top, balmain switched
Bout it, bout it, off to da skirts
Balln bing off to da skirts
Blowin, Blowin, wensday stretched
Bin by da surf (by da surf)
Kopd a bag dat fendi purse
Kalled. gon all n it grabby grabby
Grabbed in tax like fendi slips
Walk light like wacha step
Step light like fendi slips

Gotta fetish a money fetish