Dom Corleo - Batman lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Batman lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, too turned up off a Xan
I was just up in the H
Now somehow I'm in Florida, man
Look, I know I ain't made it
But it's crazy the way that I came up
Sippin' that drank, gotta keep my head up
Keep that pole, boy, don't get wet up
I'm dressed in all black like Batman
But I still got the Off White shoes
Never lackin', gotta make my move
Hot head, gotta keep my cool
I don't got trust for these bitches
I don't got trust for these bitches
My trust fucked up too many times
I got the racks I'll be alright
Uh, uh, uh when I came in
Christian Dior, the fragrance
I just can't lose, they hate it
Girl, why don't you leave that loser
Babygirl, come fuck with a winner
Takin' trips, we can go and get richer
I don't care 'bout other hoes
When I'm wit' ya' uh, I'm way too goated and
I'm way too focused
I cannot get caught wit' these bitches
That don't give a fuck, baby
You gotta show it
Yeah, show me that you care or sum'
Treat me like me like I'm number one
Not just another one uh, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah go, go
Nah, nah, nah, nah uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, too turned up off a Xan
I was just up in the H
Now somehow I'm in Florida, man
Look, I know I ain't made it
But it's crazy the way that I came up
Sippin' that drank, gotta keep my head up
Keep that pole, boy, don't get wet up
I'm dressed in all black like Batman
But I still got the Off White shoes
Never lackin', gotta make my move
Hot head, gotta keep my cool
I don't got trust for these bitches
I don't got trust for these bitches
My trust fucked up too many times
I got the racks I'll be alright
I was just up in the H
Now somehow I'm in Florida, man
Look, I know I ain't made it
But it's crazy the way that I came up
Sippin' that drank, gotta keep my head up
Keep that pole, boy, don't get wet up
I'm dressed in all black like Batman
But I still got the Off White shoes
Never lackin', gotta make my move
Hot head, gotta keep my cool
I don't got trust for these bitches
I don't got trust for these bitches
My trust fucked up too many times
I got the racks I'll be alright
Uh, uh, uh when I came in
Christian Dior, the fragrance
I just can't lose, they hate it
Girl, why don't you leave that loser
Babygirl, come fuck with a winner
Takin' trips, we can go and get richer
I don't care 'bout other hoes
When I'm wit' ya' uh, I'm way too goated and
I'm way too focused
I cannot get caught wit' these bitches
That don't give a fuck, baby
You gotta show it
Yeah, show me that you care or sum'
Treat me like me like I'm number one
Not just another one uh, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah go, go
Nah, nah, nah, nah uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, too turned up off a Xan
I was just up in the H
Now somehow I'm in Florida, man
Look, I know I ain't made it
But it's crazy the way that I came up
Sippin' that drank, gotta keep my head up
Keep that pole, boy, don't get wet up
I'm dressed in all black like Batman
But I still got the Off White shoes
Never lackin', gotta make my move
Hot head, gotta keep my cool
I don't got trust for these bitches
I don't got trust for these bitches
My trust fucked up too many times
I got the racks I'll be alright