Oliver Francis - Merlin lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Merlin lyrics]
Tunchi
It’s the champagne pourin’, big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, big blunt smokin'
Bad bitch gettin’ thick
And she got some friends with her
I take ‘em out, pour shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle
Smilin' in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them
Hoes follow like Twitter
Nigga you know everything Taylor
Don’t rush to the bar, fool, if
You ain't got no paper
That’s the rules
High as fuck
Sloppy drunk when I’m passin' through
Rollin’ doobies up
Your ho who we pass ‘em to
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one, drink, act a fool
That's what I have to do
I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy
Selling Miley Cyrus in my
Brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag
(duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
I'd give you the flowers
The birds and the bees
The birds and the bees
If this world were mine
I'd give you anything
Big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, big blunt smokin'
Bad bitch gettin’ thick
And she got some friends with her
I take ‘em out, pour shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle
Smilin' in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them
Hoes follow like Twitter
Nigga you know everything Taylor
Don’t rush to the bar, fool, if
You ain't got no paper
That’s the rules
High as fuck, sloppy drunk
It’s the champagne pourin’, big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, big blunt smokin'
Bad bitch gettin’ thick
And she got some friends with her
I take ‘em out, pour shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle
Smilin' in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them
Hoes follow like Twitter
Nigga you know everything Taylor
Don’t rush to the bar, fool, if
You ain't got no paper
That’s the rules
High as fuck
Sloppy drunk when I’m passin' through
Rollin’ doobies up
Your ho who we pass ‘em to
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one, drink, act a fool
That's what I have to do
I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy
Selling Miley Cyrus in my
Brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag
(duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
I'd give you the flowers
The birds and the bees
The birds and the bees
If this world were mine
I'd give you anything
Big joint rollin’
Bombay sippin’, big blunt smokin'
Bad bitch gettin’ thick
And she got some friends with her
I take ‘em out, pour shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle
Smilin' in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them
Hoes follow like Twitter
Nigga you know everything Taylor
Don’t rush to the bar, fool, if
You ain't got no paper
That’s the rules
High as fuck, sloppy drunk