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EVISU FIEND Lyrics - Artist : Father
Yeah, little ass shirt on
Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket Ho reach in, play with my peen Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams Put that dough through the money machine Front page magazine with the sack on me Her titties keep poppin' out Pack in my pants keep poppin' out Home playin' with her puss, I ain't poppin' out Let me see that big ass, pop it out I'll cut a nigga coke with the panko I'll do anything for the bankroll Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on Evisu fiend, fancy king, sippin' that Riesling, pinky ring Bitch, fuck you mean, you ain't suckin' no ding-a-ling? Bad dream? I don't have no bad dreams, just bag dreams Black jean, Hardy Boy, yo ho, uh-huh, yeah, tag team Bag team, rack team, tag team champs, yeah Strap team, lap, leave yo whole damn team damp, yeah Fuckin' with them starlets and them harlots, we some tramps, yeah Pull up in the Subie with the drop glow, we gon' lap ya Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket Ho reach in, play with my peen Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams Put that dough through the money machine Front page magazine with the sack on me Her titties keep poppin' out Pack in my pants keep poppin' out Home playin' with her puss, I ain't poppin' out Let me see that big ass, pop it out I'll cut a nigga coke with the panko I'll do anything for the bankroll Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on I got all my rings on, I got all my chains on Everything is my own, look at my bitch, she homegrown Look at my fruit, it's homegrown, all of my niggas minds gone Look at these plates, these lines gone, everybody goin' home Little ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket Ho reach in, play with my peen Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams Put that dough through the money machine Front page magazine with the sack on me Her titties keep poppin' out Pack in my pants keep poppin' out Home playin' with her puss, I ain't poppin' out Let me see that big ass, pop it out I'll cut a nigga coke with the panko I'll do anything for the bankroll Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on |
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