Oliver Francis - Windows Down (Block by Block West Version) lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Windows Down Block by Block West Version lyrics]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me, I'm
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Baby girl, what you tryna do with me?
I can tell that you vibin' with my steez
How you get all of that inside them jeans?
You can hop in the ride and slide with me
And your friend like "girl, we tryna leave"
You can bring all your friends
I brought the team
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Fuck with a young rich boy like me
I been gettin' money every day this week
Pulled up clean in the new 6-speed
Girl, let me know just what you need
Tell me what you wanna do, I got you
We can turn up, we can pop bottles
Girl, say the word, let's dip
I can see you front seat of the whip
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me, I'm
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me, I'm
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Baby girl, what you tryna do with me?
I can tell that you vibin' with my steez
How you get all of that inside them jeans?
You can hop in the ride and slide with me
And your friend like "girl, we tryna leave"
You can bring all your friends
I brought the team
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Fuck with a young rich boy like me
I been gettin' money every day this week
Pulled up clean in the new 6-speed
Girl, let me know just what you need
Tell me what you wanna do, I got you
We can turn up, we can pop bottles
Girl, say the word, let's dip
I can see you front seat of the whip
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me, I'm
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah, we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy, I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me
Broke boy, don't act like you feel me