King Louie, Leek - She Want Me lyrics
[King Louie, Leek - She Want Me lyrics]
Tell em' I'm chase n dough!
I feel like a million bucks
I feel like my way or
The highway your opionion sucks
Foreign cars and foreign trucks
Money over sluts
Purple label fly, bumping purple rain
Smoking purple jane with a witty
Dame with a 8 frame she know louie the bomb
(bond) like my name james
Lv my belt, lame checkerboard square game
The dope got me high and
Shorty swag on airplane
Just may need a parachute
I'm a mack bite my apple
Sord of like forbidden fruit god shit
Mobb shit baby you the one odd chick
Yeah I'm tryna crack her like a card trick
She be gettin wetter than a faucet
She say she like how louie
Be on his boss shit and I say boss shit
She on me, she on me
Just like the pants it's so true
She want me, all on me
I guess that's just what swag do
Swaggin in designer clothes
All day smokin dope
Higher than a bloody nose
Spicy chica in her loubs
Swaggin in her bloody shoes, rudeboi into you
One day I will enter you
She tell me louie you a fool
Smiley faces blowing gas
Baby girl my lane fast
Yo man is a lame ass, I mubu my gang cash
She wanna be shotgun cause I explore foreign
And I ain't got no problem with it
As long as she swallowing me
I'm a damn mess, I relieve stress
She say she need that in her last text
So I'm on my way on my job
T-shirt with no panties, how she wait on me
And I think this shit crazy
Cause she know I'm mob
I tell her go slow when she go down on me
She do what I say and I love that shit
Might be yo girl but I love that bitch
She on me, she on me
Just like the pants it's so true
She want me, all on me
I guess that's just what swag do
Telling me that she want me
I'm thinking to tell her to call her homies
She asking me questions as if she knows me
I'm a take her to the crib
And show her how I live now I'm like
I feel like a million bucks
I feel like my way or
The highway your opionion sucks
Foreign cars and foreign trucks
Money over sluts
Purple label fly, bumping purple rain
Smoking purple jane with a witty
Dame with a 8 frame she know louie the bomb
(bond) like my name james
Lv my belt, lame checkerboard square game
The dope got me high and
Shorty swag on airplane
Just may need a parachute
I'm a mack bite my apple
Sord of like forbidden fruit god shit
Mobb shit baby you the one odd chick
Yeah I'm tryna crack her like a card trick
She be gettin wetter than a faucet
She say she like how louie
Be on his boss shit and I say boss shit
She on me, she on me
Just like the pants it's so true
She want me, all on me
I guess that's just what swag do
Swaggin in designer clothes
All day smokin dope
Higher than a bloody nose
Spicy chica in her loubs
Swaggin in her bloody shoes, rudeboi into you
One day I will enter you
She tell me louie you a fool
Smiley faces blowing gas
Baby girl my lane fast
Yo man is a lame ass, I mubu my gang cash
She wanna be shotgun cause I explore foreign
And I ain't got no problem with it
As long as she swallowing me
I'm a damn mess, I relieve stress
She say she need that in her last text
So I'm on my way on my job
T-shirt with no panties, how she wait on me
And I think this shit crazy
Cause she know I'm mob
I tell her go slow when she go down on me
She do what I say and I love that shit
Might be yo girl but I love that bitch
She on me, she on me
Just like the pants it's so true
She want me, all on me
I guess that's just what swag do
Telling me that she want me
I'm thinking to tell her to call her homies
She asking me questions as if she knows me
I'm a take her to the crib
And show her how I live now I'm like