BBY GOYARD - ANNIE lyrics
[BBY GOYARD - ANNIE lyrics]
Fell in love with Lindsay check the tattoo
I just brought the stats up
The stats through the roof now
I, bury me inside a Pharoahs tomb
Call it witchcraft
This a foreign not a broom
Ran the bitch back
They gon' hear me thumbin through
Might just buy a red coupe
Call it lil Annie coo running bands
Running jeans I just hit the fly thru
Every single day I tell myself
That they despise you
Such a model, I might shoot
Of the red cop soo-woo
Tell you lot of things, you don't mean
Think you playing me
I just saw the camera stage
Hit the laser green, radioactive beam
She a hoe, I'm a?
Brand new Atlanta dream
Hit the pick and row through
We don't like police
Fuck Sting he a hoe too
Big bag of boka breath feel
Like an emoji suit
I bet they always try to undermine you
I'm talkin them big dawgs, big hogs
Big wheels I skate off
25 shots I let by the HR
Like an all day I break off
Dry ass backwood
Boy I saw them pieces break off
Fell in love with Lindsay check the tattoo
I just brought the stats up
The stats through the roof now
I, bury me inside a Pharoahs tomb
Call it witchcraft
This a foreign not a broom
Ran the bitch back
They gon hear me thumbin through
Might just buy a red coupe
Call it lil Annie too running bands
Running jeans I just hit the fly thru
Every single day I tell myself
That they despise you
I just brought the stats up
The stats through the roof now
I, bury me inside a Pharoahs tomb
Call it witchcraft
This a foreign not a broom
Ran the bitch back
They gon' hear me thumbin through
Might just buy a red coupe
Call it lil Annie coo running bands
Running jeans I just hit the fly thru
Every single day I tell myself
That they despise you
Such a model, I might shoot
Of the red cop soo-woo
Tell you lot of things, you don't mean
Think you playing me
I just saw the camera stage
Hit the laser green, radioactive beam
She a hoe, I'm a?
Brand new Atlanta dream
Hit the pick and row through
We don't like police
Fuck Sting he a hoe too
Big bag of boka breath feel
Like an emoji suit
I bet they always try to undermine you
I'm talkin them big dawgs, big hogs
Big wheels I skate off
25 shots I let by the HR
Like an all day I break off
Dry ass backwood
Boy I saw them pieces break off
Fell in love with Lindsay check the tattoo
I just brought the stats up
The stats through the roof now
I, bury me inside a Pharoahs tomb
Call it witchcraft
This a foreign not a broom
Ran the bitch back
They gon hear me thumbin through
Might just buy a red coupe
Call it lil Annie too running bands
Running jeans I just hit the fly thru
Every single day I tell myself
That they despise you