Iconika, Robb Bank$ - Mod Dress lyrics
[Iconika, Robb Bank$ - Mod Dress lyrics]
Grab my hand, boy, don't be scared
I got the drugs, so stay right there
You're sick as hell, you're hot like fire
All I wanna do is be your supplier
Designer drugs, I got 'em all
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up
You're barely breathing now
He on that coca cola classic
Never coming down
I don't gotta front
I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor
His nose is bleeding out
I don't gotta front
I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor
His nose is bleeding out
Stains on my mod dress
Cause I got the coldest dope
I've been a bad girl
I've kissed the devils lips
And now I'm guilty and I'm
Tripping off my innocence
Chanel and coke, cigarette smoke
The room is crowded and your eyes hanging low
Let's leave this place, wanna take you home
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up
You're barely breathing now
He 'bout that coca cola classic
Never coming down
You love me, or you wanna take a sip?
Do you want a family or
Do you want this dick?
Shit, bitch I got three Alprazolams and I
Take them all to the head
And you gon' lie on your back
Shut the fuck up while I'm pushing a
Little more in than the head
Bitch I'm bout that bread
Straight bout my cash if I wasn't
I probably couldn't afford yo ass
And you think you so big, even on your knees
Not worried about them other hoes
But you need to be
Aye get your focus off me and
Hit your cheap ass weed
That I laced with a pill of
What kind I didn't tell
Little nigga from the dale and I
Ain't going back to jail
Riding round with 16's like
Your album didn't sell, bitch
I got the drugs, so stay right there
You're sick as hell, you're hot like fire
All I wanna do is be your supplier
Designer drugs, I got 'em all
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up
You're barely breathing now
He on that coca cola classic
Never coming down
I don't gotta front
I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor
His nose is bleeding out
I don't gotta front
I got stains on my mod dress
He's laying on the floor
His nose is bleeding out
Stains on my mod dress
Cause I got the coldest dope
I've been a bad girl
I've kissed the devils lips
And now I'm guilty and I'm
Tripping off my innocence
Chanel and coke, cigarette smoke
The room is crowded and your eyes hanging low
Let's leave this place, wanna take you home
Baby, tell me what you want, I'll put you on
I know you're fucked up
You're barely breathing now
He 'bout that coca cola classic
Never coming down
You love me, or you wanna take a sip?
Do you want a family or
Do you want this dick?
Shit, bitch I got three Alprazolams and I
Take them all to the head
And you gon' lie on your back
Shut the fuck up while I'm pushing a
Little more in than the head
Bitch I'm bout that bread
Straight bout my cash if I wasn't
I probably couldn't afford yo ass
And you think you so big, even on your knees
Not worried about them other hoes
But you need to be
Aye get your focus off me and
Hit your cheap ass weed
That I laced with a pill of
What kind I didn't tell
Little nigga from the dale and I
Ain't going back to jail
Riding round with 16's like
Your album didn't sell, bitch