Patek Philippe

2 views

Lyrics

Ouu, ouu
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug
 Ok my watch Patek, my food Philippe
 Your girl a freak, I fuck her in the sheets
 I fuck her in the sheets, I fuck her in sheets
 I fuck her in the sheets, I fuck her in the sheets, ooh
 Tory, I fucked a bad bitch out of Starlet's
 I told her I'ma hit it, hit my target
 Landed in New York City in a starship
 'Cause I be still scammin' on the low (yo Tory)
 Juggin' and finessing on the plug
 I hate it when bitches wanna stress it in the club
 Fuckin' up the high, all up on my next side
 You 'bout to shake my hand, don't do it wit' your left side (nah)
 That's right, she fresh up out of Bedstuy
 Diamonds VVS and we don't do the SI (yo Tory)
 Hopped out the coupe, drop top, I'm in the loop
 It's do-do-do-do-do, bitch we ain't callin' out a truce now
 And I been making moves on the low
 Stacking this bread, one hundred grand on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 Finessing all the plugs on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 I'm the reason why these niggas scamming on the low
 40 grand every time, for a show I think you should know
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug, on the plug, on the plug
 Flexing on the plug
 Ok my watch Patek, my food Philippe
 Your girl a freak, I fuck her in the sheets
 I fuck her in the sheets, I fuck her in sheets
 I fuck her in the sheets, I fuck her in the sheets, ooh
 You a lame, don't try it
 I let it bang, I ain't lying
 Oh you lit? That's your bitch?
 In my car, sucking dick
 That's your wife? That's my side bitch
 Give me brain, like a psychic
 Who Buggy? That's my sidekick
 And I been making moves on the low
 Stacking this bread, one hundred grand on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 Finessing all the plugs on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 I'm the reason why these niggas scamming on the low
 40 grand every time, for a show I think you should know
 Why you mad bitch? Why you sad bitch?
 'Cause you mad broke, and I'm mad rich
 And I'm silly man, I'm the bigger man
 Stay with the four-four like I'm Jigga man
 Jigga what? Jigga who?
 Love my white girls, and my jiggaboos
 Diamonds on my neck, call it Pikachu
 Let me get at you, let me peek at you
 And we staying with the Glock
 Just in case we ever see an opp
 Hit his head, let his body rock
 Hit his head, let his body rock
 I'm rocking Helmut Lang, I'm in my lane
 Talk about me, I'ma call the gang
 Helmut Lang, I'm in my lane
 Talk about me nigga, I'ma call the gang, Gwalla
 For my girlfriends, this is for my girlfriends
 And my thuggers, and my thuggers
 And my thuggers
 And I been making moves on the low
 Stacking this bread, one hundred grand on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 Finessing all the plugs on the low
 I be scamming on the low
 I'm the reason why these niggas scamming on the low
 40 grand every time, for a show I think you should know
 Gwalla gang for life
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
04:14
Tempo
162 BPM

Share

More Songs by G4 Boyz

Albums by G4 Boyz

Similar Songs