A$AP ANT - A&W Cream Soda lyrics
[A$AP ANT - A&W Cream Soda lyrics]
Johnny Caravaggio (woah) aye Terk, Sparkheem
(What, Woah)
Like Houston I DJ Screw it (damn)
Coachella, got lost in the music (what)
He shaky man, I peeped his movements
(cash out)
Festival, now my shoes ruined (damn)
2 seater, only fit 2 in
Stacy Dash, bitch is so clueless
Leaving the bitch, you so useless (ooh)
Little bitch shot me who Cupid (ooh)
Audi my car, diamond rings
You sing to the bitch, T-Pain (what)
No Russell, you can't get a ring (no)
I got a plug out in Oregon
Versace my plate and my fork in (woosh)
Use the I get my sword in (let's go)
All that fake shit ain't important
In Connecticut eating at Morton's
I'm in DC like the go-go
You bluffin' I heard that you no-showed
I need some coke, boatloads
Narco, lemonade Pablo gun it piranha
Splittin' it hittin' ya tonka
All white coat like I'm Ralo (what)
We can fight mano-a mano (boom)
Ya bitch like she that bitch Mexican
(cash out) got a lil car, lemon
Inside the car, it cinnamon
We gonna kill em' I mean it
Sippin' a four, leanin' (gone)
Red, green, beam
White, Charlie Sheen (white girl)
Deebo, my gun mean
Like Houston I DJ Screw it
Coachella, got lost in the music (got lost)
He shaky man, I peeped his movements
Festival, now my shoes ruined
(shoes fucked up) 2 seater, only fit 2 in
Stacy Dash, bitch is so clueless
Leaving the bitch, you so useless
Little bitch shot me who Cupid
Audi my car, diamond rings
You sing to the bitch, T-Pain
No Russell, you can't get a ring
I got a plug out in Oregon
Versace my plate and my fork in
Use the I get my sword in
All that fake shit ain't important
In Connecticut eating at Morton's
(What, Woah)
Like Houston I DJ Screw it (damn)
Coachella, got lost in the music (what)
He shaky man, I peeped his movements
(cash out)
Festival, now my shoes ruined (damn)
2 seater, only fit 2 in
Stacy Dash, bitch is so clueless
Leaving the bitch, you so useless (ooh)
Little bitch shot me who Cupid (ooh)
Audi my car, diamond rings
You sing to the bitch, T-Pain (what)
No Russell, you can't get a ring (no)
I got a plug out in Oregon
Versace my plate and my fork in (woosh)
Use the I get my sword in (let's go)
All that fake shit ain't important
In Connecticut eating at Morton's
I'm in DC like the go-go
You bluffin' I heard that you no-showed
I need some coke, boatloads
Narco, lemonade Pablo gun it piranha
Splittin' it hittin' ya tonka
All white coat like I'm Ralo (what)
We can fight mano-a mano (boom)
Ya bitch like she that bitch Mexican
(cash out) got a lil car, lemon
Inside the car, it cinnamon
We gonna kill em' I mean it
Sippin' a four, leanin' (gone)
Red, green, beam
White, Charlie Sheen (white girl)
Deebo, my gun mean
Like Houston I DJ Screw it
Coachella, got lost in the music (got lost)
He shaky man, I peeped his movements
Festival, now my shoes ruined
(shoes fucked up) 2 seater, only fit 2 in
Stacy Dash, bitch is so clueless
Leaving the bitch, you so useless
Little bitch shot me who Cupid
Audi my car, diamond rings
You sing to the bitch, T-Pain
No Russell, you can't get a ring
I got a plug out in Oregon
Versace my plate and my fork in
Use the I get my sword in
All that fake shit ain't important
In Connecticut eating at Morton's