Dom Corleo - Hourglass lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Hourglass lyrics]
Yeah woah, yeah
Yeah
Came in wit' my strap
I just stepped in the place
Brand new vibe wit' some brand new K
We just skirtin' from the jakes
Who the fuck that bitch? Tell that
Hoe get out the way
My new bitch so bad, she a ten in the face
Fashionova fit wit' a Hourglass waist
I put them racks up on your head
Better stop playin' 'round
Fuckin' that bitch but I get head
I can't keep her 'round
Yeah, wet 'em up, I keep that thing tucked
Ridin' 'round town wit' your bitch, yuh
She wanna fuck on the team, yeah
That boy think it's sweet, uh
We put his face on a tee, uh
Bitch say I go deep
Get her wet like the sea, yuh
I just got some head from a fan for real
I won't take my time wit'
No damn bitch for real
I won't never lack, I got that stick for real
I'm really, really rich
I talk my shit for real yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Don't miss none of my ex hoes, I'm the shit
Huh she wanna go topspeed, topspeed all
Up on the dick, huh
I got that bitch goin' crazy
I tell that lil' hoe that she crazy
I'm grabbin' her hair and she grabbin'
The D, I'm fuckin' her up, that shit crazy
She ain't takin' bout shit, bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout them bands
Just landed in ATL wit' all my friends
Uh, we ready to go, push up on 'em
I don't want them legs, bitch
I'm aimin' at your noggin'
Tell me who really want smoke, yeah
Tell me who really gon' stop it?
I don't care 'bout a dumb ass
Hoe wit' her friends 'cause, bitch
I'm poppin'
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Came in wit' my strap
I just stepped in the place
Brand new vibe wit' some brand new K
We just skirtin' from the jakes
Who the fuck that bitch? Tell that
Hoe get out the way
My new bitch so bad, she a ten in the face
Fashionova fit wit' a Hourglass waist
I put them racks up on your head
Better stop playin' 'round
Fuckin' that bitch but I get head
I can't keep her 'round
Yeah, wet 'em up, I keep that thing tucked
Ridin' 'round town wit' your bitch, yuh
She wanna fuck on the team, yeah
That boy think it's sweet, uh
We put his face on a tee, uh
Bitch say I go deep
Get her wet like the sea, yuh
I just got some head from a fan for real
I won't take my time wit'
No damn bitch for real
I won't never lack, I got that stick for real
I'm really, really rich
I talk my shit for real yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Don't miss none of my ex hoes, I'm the shit
Huh she wanna go topspeed, topspeed all
Up on the dick, huh
I got that bitch goin' crazy
I tell that lil' hoe that she crazy
I'm grabbin' her hair and she grabbin'
The D, I'm fuckin' her up, that shit crazy
She ain't takin' bout shit, bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout them bands
Just landed in ATL wit' all my friends
Uh, we ready to go, push up on 'em
I don't want them legs, bitch
I'm aimin' at your noggin'
Tell me who really want smoke, yeah
Tell me who really gon' stop it?
I don't care 'bout a dumb ass
Hoe wit' her friends 'cause, bitch
I'm poppin'
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah