TyFontaine, Pasto Flocco - 1800Angels lyrics
[TyFontaine, Pasto Flocco - 1800Angels lyrics]
(4evr young) oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah pasto Flocco, yeah
Wherever I go (Go)
I be drippin' head to toe (Toe)
The racks comin' in by the low
Flippin' the pack, drop it off, Rondo
They always talkin', they don't really know
No nine to five, started makin' them moves
She comin' to me, she wanna get loose
When it come to the racks
Ain't makin' excuses
I said, oh watch this (This, yeah)
They gon' find out boy what do I look like?
I'm not the type to be runnin' my mouth
Just do it like Nicki, show what I'm about
Tunnel vision, paper route
I got the sauce, they here in a drought
I been dropping them bands on my denim now
The Phantom too squeaky, man it's clean
Bitch, in my hood, young Kareem
Lavish life, limousine
Head in the clouds like it's a dream
Made that bih' cum
I could tell by the cream
I don't love it no more
Balmain, Number (N) ine on me, Rick
High-top, big boy, we drip out the Ritz
Sheets and the funnel, I sprinkle the kief
Havin' the munchies, they watching me
Walked in the come in on me
, what happened to me?
She eat me like cannibal, lovin' on me
Don't fuck with PETA, she wanted a Mink
I really do this, what did you think?
Wherever I go (Go)
I be drippin' head to toe (Toe)
The racks comin' in by the low
Flippin' the pack, drop it off, Rondo
They always talkin', they don't really know
No nine to five, started makin' them moves
She comin' to me, she wanna get loose
When it come to the racks
Ain't makin' excuses
I said, oh watch this (This, yeah)
They gon' find out boy what do I look like?
I'm not the type to be runnin' my mouth
Just do it like Nicki, show what I'm about
Tunnel vision, paper route
I got the sauce, they here in a drought
I been dropping them bands on my denim now
Oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah pasto Flocco, yeah
Wherever I go (Go)
I be drippin' head to toe (Toe)
The racks comin' in by the low
Flippin' the pack, drop it off, Rondo
They always talkin', they don't really know
No nine to five, started makin' them moves
She comin' to me, she wanna get loose
When it come to the racks
Ain't makin' excuses
I said, oh watch this (This, yeah)
They gon' find out boy what do I look like?
I'm not the type to be runnin' my mouth
Just do it like Nicki, show what I'm about
Tunnel vision, paper route
I got the sauce, they here in a drought
I been dropping them bands on my denim now
The Phantom too squeaky, man it's clean
Bitch, in my hood, young Kareem
Lavish life, limousine
Head in the clouds like it's a dream
Made that bih' cum
I could tell by the cream
I don't love it no more
Balmain, Number (N) ine on me, Rick
High-top, big boy, we drip out the Ritz
Sheets and the funnel, I sprinkle the kief
Havin' the munchies, they watching me
Walked in the come in on me
, what happened to me?
She eat me like cannibal, lovin' on me
Don't fuck with PETA, she wanted a Mink
I really do this, what did you think?
Wherever I go (Go)
I be drippin' head to toe (Toe)
The racks comin' in by the low
Flippin' the pack, drop it off, Rondo
They always talkin', they don't really know
No nine to five, started makin' them moves
She comin' to me, she wanna get loose
When it come to the racks
Ain't makin' excuses
I said, oh watch this (This, yeah)
They gon' find out boy what do I look like?
I'm not the type to be runnin' my mouth
Just do it like Nicki, show what I'm about
Tunnel vision, paper route
I got the sauce, they here in a drought
I been dropping them bands on my denim now
Oh yeah