Dro Kenji - CIGAR lyrics
[Dro Kenji - CIGAR lyrics]
Uh
We gon' pull up in them
Bimmers back to back
We can race
If he try us with some drama
We gon' put him in his place
He tried to violate my gang
These bullets hit him in the face
If he violate my brothers
We all down to catch a case
Oh, pull up flexin' in this track car
Oh, I think your thot know I'm a trap star
Oh, smoke all my opps like they some cigars
Rolled up my opps inside this cigar
Come with me, lil' bae, I'll show
You money you ain't never seen
Yeah
All my latest bitches yellow
And they super mean
Yeah
I'm in Dior right now, I spent
A thousand on these jeans
Yeah
I'm in this coupe right now, he pull up
Then that boy get cleaned up
I got him in my sight, got
Perfect aim with this lil' beam
Yeah
I fucked her from the back, she fell
In love, I broke her spleen
Yeah
Better not put any money
Away, iced-out watch
Can't tell the face
I don't know
I ran up a twenty in twenty-four hours
What you did today?
Count me out because I'm tired of love
I can't believe you took my soul
Come give my heart a shove
She seen the money coming in
She seen the money coming in
She took my soul, come give my heart a shove
We gon' pull up in them
Bimmers back to back
We can race
If he try us with some drama
We gon' put him in his place
He tried to violate my gang
These bullets hit him in the face
If he violate my brothers
We all down to catch a case
Oh, pull up flexin' in this track car
Oh, I think your thot know I'm a trap star
Oh, smoke all my opps like they some cigars
Rolled up my opps inside this cigar
We gon' pull up in them
Bimmers back to back
We can race
If he try us with some drama
We gon' put him in his place
He tried to violate my gang
These bullets hit him in the face
If he violate my brothers
We all down to catch a case
Oh, pull up flexin' in this track car
Oh, I think your thot know I'm a trap star
Oh, smoke all my opps like they some cigars
Rolled up my opps inside this cigar
Come with me, lil' bae, I'll show
You money you ain't never seen
Yeah
All my latest bitches yellow
And they super mean
Yeah
I'm in Dior right now, I spent
A thousand on these jeans
Yeah
I'm in this coupe right now, he pull up
Then that boy get cleaned up
I got him in my sight, got
Perfect aim with this lil' beam
Yeah
I fucked her from the back, she fell
In love, I broke her spleen
Yeah
Better not put any money
Away, iced-out watch
Can't tell the face
I don't know
I ran up a twenty in twenty-four hours
What you did today?
Count me out because I'm tired of love
I can't believe you took my soul
Come give my heart a shove
She seen the money coming in
She seen the money coming in
She took my soul, come give my heart a shove
We gon' pull up in them
Bimmers back to back
We can race
If he try us with some drama
We gon' put him in his place
He tried to violate my gang
These bullets hit him in the face
If he violate my brothers
We all down to catch a case
Oh, pull up flexin' in this track car
Oh, I think your thot know I'm a trap star
Oh, smoke all my opps like they some cigars
Rolled up my opps inside this cigar