Testo Rose Gold Stripper Pole - KenTheMan
Testo della canzone Rose Gold Stripper Pole (KenTheMan), tratta dall'album Rose Gold Stripper Pole (feat. 2 Chainz)
(Rose gold stripper pole)
Ay (ay)
Ooh (Island with the cash like Diego)
Ay (2 Chainz)
Turn me up, turn me
Turn me up, ay
(Bankroll got It)
He can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
Bi-bitches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back
And no this ain't no "Panda," but we do stay in designer, ay
My best friend in that Prada, you know I'm Balenciaga
I ain't crazy 'bout no nigga, I'm too crazy 'bout a dollar
And yes, I'm still a P, be selling dreams like marijuana, ay
You can really ask about me, these nigga ain't smashin' me
I got pretty privilege, baby, these niggas ain't taxin' me
Be mad at your baby, daddy, mami, don't be bashin' me
You got you a Bentley, nigga, you can't just be crashin' me
He-he can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
Bi-bitches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag (what's up, Ken? Yeah)
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back (2 Chainz)
Rose gold PP, I rock CC, put it on repeat (repeat)
I just got a suite, I'm 'bout to turn this bitch into Freaknik (turn it)
Got connect like a wifi, know I'm locked in with my wifey (wifey)
Laughin' to the bank, I'ma keke, when I went to sleep, I was icy (icy)
When I woke up, I was icy (icy), gettin' good pussy my vices (vices)
Way shawty ride this dick (whoo), got pulled over, where your license? (Whoo)
I'ma take my shot like dices, Pappadeaux, eatin' on rices (rices)
And you a cutie pie, I'ma eat all them slices, yeah
He-he can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at (Tony)
Bi-bitches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag (2 Chainz)
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back (yeah)
I can't be seen with no nigga, TLC, we gotta creep
I say I only fuck with ballers 'cause these ballers fuck with me
You know, you know I ain't in town, what you mean you tryna see me? (Tryna see me)
(Oh, you got me something?) I mean, where you tryna meet me?
The way I got the VVs dancing, you would think I'm at The Pynk
I don't think these bitches Cubans, why they think we gotta link?
If I wasn't smoking bitches, would've still been in they league
You know I been running shit, I'm the Sha'Carri of the streets
Ooh, the streets callin', put it on silent
Bitches call 'em husbands, I call 'em my clients
And they couldn't take my spot if they rent it out and buy it
Your nigga for the hos and he say that he wanna try me, try me, try me, try me
He can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
Bi-bitches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back (ay, ay)
You can't get your nigga back (mm), give me that
Nigga, playin' with my money, it could get your cherry whacked
I don't fuck with rap bitches (mm), bitches very wack
Call me Asian 'cause I really ain't fuckin' with none of that (with none of that)
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Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Diego Avendano, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Kentavia Miller
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