Lite Fortunato, Caspr - Dinner Date lyrics
[Lite Fortunato, Caspr - Dinner Date lyrics]
Rxlvnd indigo
Ok Embasin, whatever
Chrome Heart rings on me chanel bags, on me
Popping in the club baby I been doing drugs
I know, I'm sorry that bitch, dope fiend
We be turning up and Imma make her blush
That boy say he got a bag but he got none
I love prescriptions when they
Powdered on my tongue
I wanna feel the pain, I wanna sip away
I was just having fun
She let me fuck with no dinner date
Till we hit Tiffany's
Make these bitches blush different tastes
Baby I'm in her face molly when it's crushed
And wе on dinner dates pour a eight
Thеn we catch a flight
Boy I got different taste
Bitch with a dirty waist, tryna be in my life
We gon pop it in the club like gorillas
See the dollar bills, in love with the money
Staring at the stars and the moon
I'm on the way i would never stretch it
I'm in love with how it taste
At the bank, thats cool
You niggas love and hate
Let my feelings out in the mud
Let my killers out, I miss my pops
Got them thirty mags, I think I'm Carti
So naughty i'm on courtside with a Barbie
The game with shawty
I got the Stoudemire like Amar'e
Five star dining eating Calamari
2020 Tesla charger
That boy Davidson in a Harley
B-Y-O-B, bring yo own bottle like a molly
Really don't try me, killers right by me
Nigga don't try me, boy that's
A body, yellow tips, hommy
Got her looking like got her
Looking like a model get em like Bobby
Shmoney like rap beef with the commas
Step on the pedal fuck
She ride the dick so good like
I gave her a medal
Popping in the club baby I been doing drugs
I know, I'm sorry that bitch, dope fiend
We be turning up and Imma make her blush
That boy say he got a bag but he got none
I love prescriptions when they
Powdered on my tongue
Ok Embasin, whatever
Chrome Heart rings on me chanel bags, on me
Popping in the club baby I been doing drugs
I know, I'm sorry that bitch, dope fiend
We be turning up and Imma make her blush
That boy say he got a bag but he got none
I love prescriptions when they
Powdered on my tongue
I wanna feel the pain, I wanna sip away
I was just having fun
She let me fuck with no dinner date
Till we hit Tiffany's
Make these bitches blush different tastes
Baby I'm in her face molly when it's crushed
And wе on dinner dates pour a eight
Thеn we catch a flight
Boy I got different taste
Bitch with a dirty waist, tryna be in my life
We gon pop it in the club like gorillas
See the dollar bills, in love with the money
Staring at the stars and the moon
I'm on the way i would never stretch it
I'm in love with how it taste
At the bank, thats cool
You niggas love and hate
Let my feelings out in the mud
Let my killers out, I miss my pops
Got them thirty mags, I think I'm Carti
So naughty i'm on courtside with a Barbie
The game with shawty
I got the Stoudemire like Amar'e
Five star dining eating Calamari
2020 Tesla charger
That boy Davidson in a Harley
B-Y-O-B, bring yo own bottle like a molly
Really don't try me, killers right by me
Nigga don't try me, boy that's
A body, yellow tips, hommy
Got her looking like got her
Looking like a model get em like Bobby
Shmoney like rap beef with the commas
Step on the pedal fuck
She ride the dick so good like
I gave her a medal
Popping in the club baby I been doing drugs
I know, I'm sorry that bitch, dope fiend
We be turning up and Imma make her blush
That boy say he got a bag but he got none
I love prescriptions when they
Powdered on my tongue