Oliver Francis - Chernobyl lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Chernobyl lyrics]
I just need a little weed and a backrub
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats? Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we
Act up, pull up, M3
Better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches
And they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers
And they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip
Lil' bitch I'm on 10
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blond, brunette bitch
Man whatevs
I don't really care
I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed
Mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set homie
Fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean
Somethin' like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah
She like my steez'
Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flatscreen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
AC/DC with the feedback
I pull up to the soiree smellin' like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Gettin' high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch
Blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with
The butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz
Lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies
Rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me
Dime piece with the D's in the bathtub
Wanna talk about beats? Get your racks up
You don't wanna see when we
Act up, pull up, M3
Better back up
Hold up, hold up, talk my shit
I got a hundred bad bitches
And they all suck dick
I rolled a couple fat swishers
And they all gettin' lit
Take another handful out the zip
Lil' bitch I'm on 10
Pull up in a Benz with a girl and her friends
She can be a blond, brunette bitch
Man whatevs
I don't really care
I'mma be the man till the motherfuckin' end
Backpack full of weed
Mix up the Bape with Supreme
Bitch I'm the best, no I cannot be beat
Fuck your whole set homie
Fuck your whole team
All white whip, clean
Somethin' like chlorine
God damn, your lil' bitch fuckin' with me
She like my swagger, yeah
She like my steez'
Your mans' is a lame and I got what you need
Shawty I got what you need, yeah believe that
Flatscreen TV with the seat back
Likely find me where the weed at
It's like TNT when the beat slap
AC/DC with the feedback
I pull up to the soiree smellin' like gas
You know how I do
Hopped out the ride and my girl on fire
Gettin' high poolside like I'm used to
Got me thumbin' through a big band now
No handouts, did it all myself
Flow like Chernobyl, my shit top shelf
Got a big bankroll and an LV belt, aye
And we gon' sit up on the couch to this
Roll a blunt, fuck a bitch
Blow an ounce to this
Do it all for the Cris and the Christian Dior
You ever seen a Chevy with
The butterfly doors? Yeah
Coast to coast, I roast the most, it's dope
Flow is cold, no Osmosis Jones
Goin' pro, the wrist is ten below
Ralph Lauren and Tommy all I know
Yeah, fuckin' bitches, rock designer jeans
Off the ropes like WWE
Got model bitches tryna fuck with me
Rollin' weed to all apologies, like woah
New wheat Timbs with the blue jeans
Hopped out the S-Class Benz
Lookin' too clean
That's my friends with the groupies
Rollin' doobies
Do you lil' bitch, I'mma do me