Mook TBG - Dear Billie Ish lyrics
[Mook TBG - Dear Billie Ish lyrics]
(Kinda) uh uh, uh uh, mmm
Uh uh, uh uh, mmm uh uh, uh uh, mmm
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest
I can't sleep at night with
This bitch by my side
And plus, I got this Roley on
I don't know if she gone
Do me wrong or right (Nah)
And I don't know this shit get too deep
Too deep (yeah)
I gotta count these faces, so I'm
Crashing out tryna find some peace
(Tryna find some peace)
I don't know why niggas callin' me (Woah)
I pray they ride for me
(yeah) , I'm missin' my dawgs
And I been feeling like it's my fault lately
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest
And I just left out of Houston, James harden
(Swish) and I swear we came so
Far from where we started (Woah ooh)
Now the bezel handicap, it go retarded
Thinkin' Ashton Martin (Skrrt)
Pull up, double park it
Hate that I got rich now
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Damn)
He tryna get up one
I'm thinkin' 'bout a 'Rari (Damn)
Top floor of the penthouse
I'm laughing to the bank now
You know you the baddest
Let me put your face down (Face down)
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest (Woah)
Yeah yeah, and it's chrome Gabanna on me
This-this ain't chromes, hard as shit
It's, it's Dolce & Gabanna too
Chrome Gabanna, hmm
Uh uh, uh uh, mmm uh uh, uh uh, mmm
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest
I can't sleep at night with
This bitch by my side
And plus, I got this Roley on
I don't know if she gone
Do me wrong or right (Nah)
And I don't know this shit get too deep
Too deep (yeah)
I gotta count these faces, so I'm
Crashing out tryna find some peace
(Tryna find some peace)
I don't know why niggas callin' me (Woah)
I pray they ride for me
(yeah) , I'm missin' my dawgs
And I been feeling like it's my fault lately
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest
And I just left out of Houston, James harden
(Swish) and I swear we came so
Far from where we started (Woah ooh)
Now the bezel handicap, it go retarded
Thinkin' Ashton Martin (Skrrt)
Pull up, double park it
Hate that I got rich now
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Damn)
He tryna get up one
I'm thinkin' 'bout a 'Rari (Damn)
Top floor of the penthouse
I'm laughing to the bank now
You know you the baddest
Let me put your face down (Face down)
When I first met you girl
I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid
When it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers
We got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram
Let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin'
I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want
Just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy
Don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest (Woah)
Yeah yeah, and it's chrome Gabanna on me
This-this ain't chromes, hard as shit
It's, it's Dolce & Gabanna too
Chrome Gabanna, hmm