Oliver Francis - Gene Simmons lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Gene Simmons lyrics]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Aye, can you turn that on?
Yeah, what's up it's Oli baby
Whoa, turn up, turn up, what? Yeah
Push to start ignition with the heated seats
Ooh
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me
Ayy
It's all cash
Why the fuck I need a lease? Ayy
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back
Yuh
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah
Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons
Yeah
How the fuck I'm comin'?
Bitch, I'm comin' clutch
Ayy
You can't tell me shit, I'm that
Boy, go look me up
Ayy
Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
Ain't nobody out can touch me
On the Fruity Loops
Yeah
Just rollin' up the dope
With these hoes, yeah
You know
That I be rollin' through the
573 with my bros
And I be smokin' on some bomb
Ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the paper
With nothin' but the flow
And you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but
They won't take shit from me
I got some weed and it's dummy, I'm
On the beach and it's lovely
Yeah
I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and
I wasn't impressed, nah
Ayy
Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah
All these rappers boring me to death, ah
Yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Aye, can you turn that on?
Yeah, what's up it's Oli baby
Whoa, turn up, turn up, what? Yeah
Push to start ignition with the heated seats
Ooh
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me
Ayy
It's all cash
Why the fuck I need a lease? Ayy
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back
Yuh
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah
Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons
Yeah
How the fuck I'm comin'?
Bitch, I'm comin' clutch
Ayy
You can't tell me shit, I'm that
Boy, go look me up
Ayy
Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
Ain't nobody out can touch me
On the Fruity Loops
Yeah
Just rollin' up the dope
With these hoes, yeah
You know
That I be rollin' through the
573 with my bros
And I be smokin' on some bomb
Ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the paper
With nothin' but the flow
And you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but
They won't take shit from me
I got some weed and it's dummy, I'm
On the beach and it's lovely
Yeah
I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and
I wasn't impressed, nah
Ayy
Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah
All these rappers boring me to death, ah
Yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah