Dom Corleo, Clip - desk lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo, Clip - desk lyrics]
Racks on top my bitch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy
Hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a, ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots
None of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad
Got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach
Thumbin' through another check
Bitch, I'm the fuckin' flyest hoe in the room
Kid wanna play wit' me, like, boy
I know you too that chop' finna pick him up
Went pass the roof, way out the room
Five star eats when I go to the
Town, I'ma go and get some, buy some Nobu
Poppin' the Glock, got a
Switch on this bitch
I'ma fry that boy up like a toaster
I'm pushin' thе kick on way too fast
I'on think it's goin' any slower
It's a five star bitch, givin' dome in
Thе back and I told her
"Don't go any slower"
I know that I make these bitches sing (Uh)
She leanin' off the Molly and the Tris (Uh)
I told them niggas, "I wanna be rich" (Uh)
If I had a dick
I will pull it out and piss on 'em
I done shit it on them
I got my pockets super flownin'
I done spent a couple racks on simple shit
It don't matter though 'cause
I'ma make it quick i'm just startin' bitch
I'on give a fuck i'on give a fuck 'bout shit
I want a bag i want a bag, i'm gettin' racks
I'm gettin' racks, can you see?
Yeah, you mad yeah, you mad
Racks on top my bitch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy
Hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a, ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots
None of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad
Got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach
Thumbin' through another check
Drac' made that boy sturdy
Hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a, ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots
None of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad
Got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach
Thumbin' through another check
Bitch, I'm the fuckin' flyest hoe in the room
Kid wanna play wit' me, like, boy
I know you too that chop' finna pick him up
Went pass the roof, way out the room
Five star eats when I go to the
Town, I'ma go and get some, buy some Nobu
Poppin' the Glock, got a
Switch on this bitch
I'ma fry that boy up like a toaster
I'm pushin' thе kick on way too fast
I'on think it's goin' any slower
It's a five star bitch, givin' dome in
Thе back and I told her
"Don't go any slower"
I know that I make these bitches sing (Uh)
She leanin' off the Molly and the Tris (Uh)
I told them niggas, "I wanna be rich" (Uh)
If I had a dick
I will pull it out and piss on 'em
I done shit it on them
I got my pockets super flownin'
I done spent a couple racks on simple shit
It don't matter though 'cause
I'ma make it quick i'm just startin' bitch
I'on give a fuck i'on give a fuck 'bout shit
I want a bag i want a bag, i'm gettin' racks
I'm gettin' racks, can you see?
Yeah, you mad yeah, you mad
Racks on top my bitch, on top my desk
Drac' made that boy sturdy
Hit him in the chest
How the fuck you got a, ain't got a vest?
How the boys sendin' shots
None of them direct
Spike Lee, white tee, I'ma do it so direct
Thick bitch, bitch bad
Got my shit up on erect
New cash, new bag, throw it up like a set
In the back, Maybach
Thumbin' through another check