Dom Corleo - Sunset Strip lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Sunset Strip lyrics]
I don't feel stressed (I don’t feel stressed)
In my Rick Owen trench (In my Rick on Rick)
I get high and I'm blessed (I get high)
Bitch, I'm the best (Bitch, I’m the best)
You got somethin' to say? yeah
Say it with yo' chest (Say it)
Hit him in the head, yeah
Put a foot on his neck
(Put a foot on his neck)
And I'm just really tryna
F-U-C-K on yo' bitch (F-U-C-K)
Yes, I'm just really tryna go up
With the gang and get rich (Go up)
And they all know that it's me when
I pull up in that Ghost, yeah
You could catch me in first
Class, front of that plane
I don't rock coach
Roll the window down, got five percent tint
You can’t approach (yeah, oh, yeah)
Roll the window down and I’m
Shootin' up the whole bitch, better get low
(Better get low) you better get some sauce
(You better get some sauce)
You better take that off
(You better take it off)
Bet I had that boy runnin’
(I had that boy runnin')
Had him taking off (Yes)
And he ain't take a thing from me
No, I got them bands on me, yeah
And I got Givenchy on me (Yes)
Shopping like it's free money
(Shopping like it’s free)
Cop it like it mean something
(Cop it like it means)
They all know it means something
(They all know what it means)
Mama said I'd be something (Yes)
So I keep a pole on me, yeah
I ain't got no fuckin' soul up in that bitch
But, I ain't dead (yeah, yeah)
He better not let me catch
Him over that 'Gram, do his ass bad
He better not let me catch him
I'ma need that boy with a toe tag
I'm joshing on these hoes with a
Fuckin' Drac' like I'm Josh Peck
(Like I'm Josh Peck)
I don't feel stressed (I don't feel stressed)
In my Rick Owen trench (In my Rick on Rick)
I get high and I'm blessed (I get high)
Bitch, I'm the best (Bitch, I'm the best)
You got somethin' to say? yeah
Say it with yo' chest (Say it)
Hit him in the head, yeah
Put a foot on his neck
(Put a foot on his neck)
In my Rick Owen trench (In my Rick on Rick)
I get high and I'm blessed (I get high)
Bitch, I'm the best (Bitch, I’m the best)
You got somethin' to say? yeah
Say it with yo' chest (Say it)
Hit him in the head, yeah
Put a foot on his neck
(Put a foot on his neck)
And I'm just really tryna
F-U-C-K on yo' bitch (F-U-C-K)
Yes, I'm just really tryna go up
With the gang and get rich (Go up)
And they all know that it's me when
I pull up in that Ghost, yeah
You could catch me in first
Class, front of that plane
I don't rock coach
Roll the window down, got five percent tint
You can’t approach (yeah, oh, yeah)
Roll the window down and I’m
Shootin' up the whole bitch, better get low
(Better get low) you better get some sauce
(You better get some sauce)
You better take that off
(You better take it off)
Bet I had that boy runnin’
(I had that boy runnin')
Had him taking off (Yes)
And he ain't take a thing from me
No, I got them bands on me, yeah
And I got Givenchy on me (Yes)
Shopping like it's free money
(Shopping like it’s free)
Cop it like it mean something
(Cop it like it means)
They all know it means something
(They all know what it means)
Mama said I'd be something (Yes)
So I keep a pole on me, yeah
I ain't got no fuckin' soul up in that bitch
But, I ain't dead (yeah, yeah)
He better not let me catch
Him over that 'Gram, do his ass bad
He better not let me catch him
I'ma need that boy with a toe tag
I'm joshing on these hoes with a
Fuckin' Drac' like I'm Josh Peck
(Like I'm Josh Peck)
I don't feel stressed (I don't feel stressed)
In my Rick Owen trench (In my Rick on Rick)
I get high and I'm blessed (I get high)
Bitch, I'm the best (Bitch, I'm the best)
You got somethin' to say? yeah
Say it with yo' chest (Say it)
Hit him in the head, yeah
Put a foot on his neck
(Put a foot on his neck)