Dom Corleo - Garden Of Eden lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Garden Of Eden lyrics]
(And we gonna blow that fuckin'
Truck back to Colombia) yeah (Hey, hey)
Go, go (Go, go)
Shawty, I really hope you
I just had to let you know
That I got you for life
I'm takin' you to Pluto
Beam on the Glock so he know
Fuck around, you gon' get gone
I don't really play around
Play around, then we knock him down
Walk in this bitch, ah, ah
I'm like, baby girl how you doin'
Sippin' on Phat, sippin' on the fluid
Every lil' thing I do is so fluent
All of this money, baby, it's fluent
All of these diamonds on me goin' stupid
Nah, for real
Yeah, I really hope my brother make that bail
When that boy come home we in that 'Cat
Screamin' "Fuck twelve"
All I care about is money
First thing I ask if she got Wells
Never gave a fuck about no bitch
Never in my feels
You ain't gon' never catch me ever lackin'
Glock on my side, bitch
So you know I'm packin'
Finna' be in the O wit' my gang
Bitch so you know we havin'
Now let a lil' pussy boy try me
I'ma put you in the casket, yeah
(And we gonna blow that fucking
Truck back to Colombia)
Hope you know, hope you know
Girl, I hope you know, hope you know
I ain't fuckin' with that fake shit, boy
That's not gone put my brother on ya ass
Have him gon' wipe yo nose
Ah, ah, and that's fasho'
What I say in my songs, that's fasho'
Don't try to play me like a hoe, boy
I ain't no fuckin' clone
I been doin' this wit' the same folks, yeah
That's fasho' and it ain't my fault that
My voice deep, nah, for real
Sorry I sound like him and him
But that's just me but I been too tapped in
You don't even know me
I don't do it for social media, that's not me
So why you speakin' on the boy
You even know D
Stop talkin' out ya fuckin' top
In that lil' mouth piece
Yeah, I got his bitch givin' me
Top and she on both knees
Yeah, I don't fuck wit' these dudes, boy
That's the old me
Hey, yeah ah, ah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, ah
(And we gonna blow that fuckin'
Truck back to Colombia)
Truck back to Colombia) yeah (Hey, hey)
Go, go (Go, go)
Shawty, I really hope you
I just had to let you know
That I got you for life
I'm takin' you to Pluto
Beam on the Glock so he know
Fuck around, you gon' get gone
I don't really play around
Play around, then we knock him down
Walk in this bitch, ah, ah
I'm like, baby girl how you doin'
Sippin' on Phat, sippin' on the fluid
Every lil' thing I do is so fluent
All of this money, baby, it's fluent
All of these diamonds on me goin' stupid
Nah, for real
Yeah, I really hope my brother make that bail
When that boy come home we in that 'Cat
Screamin' "Fuck twelve"
All I care about is money
First thing I ask if she got Wells
Never gave a fuck about no bitch
Never in my feels
You ain't gon' never catch me ever lackin'
Glock on my side, bitch
So you know I'm packin'
Finna' be in the O wit' my gang
Bitch so you know we havin'
Now let a lil' pussy boy try me
I'ma put you in the casket, yeah
(And we gonna blow that fucking
Truck back to Colombia)
Hope you know, hope you know
Girl, I hope you know, hope you know
I ain't fuckin' with that fake shit, boy
That's not gone put my brother on ya ass
Have him gon' wipe yo nose
Ah, ah, and that's fasho'
What I say in my songs, that's fasho'
Don't try to play me like a hoe, boy
I ain't no fuckin' clone
I been doin' this wit' the same folks, yeah
That's fasho' and it ain't my fault that
My voice deep, nah, for real
Sorry I sound like him and him
But that's just me but I been too tapped in
You don't even know me
I don't do it for social media, that's not me
So why you speakin' on the boy
You even know D
Stop talkin' out ya fuckin' top
In that lil' mouth piece
Yeah, I got his bitch givin' me
Top and she on both knees
Yeah, I don't fuck wit' these dudes, boy
That's the old me
Hey, yeah ah, ah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, ah
(And we gonna blow that fuckin'
Truck back to Colombia)