Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - 100 Clip lyrics
[Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - 100 Clip lyrics]
This is 47 Meters Down
Th Th There's only one Sharc yeah, ho
Ho, bring that money home, yeah
Haha, you know I'm a pimp
(Foreign shit, flyest in the city, me)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me (yeah, yeah)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me (yeah)
Givenchy jeans bussin'
Grimy killers trippin'
Eyeballs jumping out her skull (yeah)
Take a flicky, bitch, flyest in the city, me
(yeah) have these denims free
XO to my scammer bitch
Scoop 'em like they Russian Cream
Baddies by the five pack
Angels with the thigh pack
Might be Fear of God slacks
With the next strap
Cappin' boy, you not that, cap him
Where the cameras at?
Still serve with them sandwich
Bags, all paid, fifties, twenty racks
(yeah, yeah)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me
Th Th There's only one Sharc yeah, ho
Ho, bring that money home, yeah
Haha, you know I'm a pimp
(Foreign shit, flyest in the city, me)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me (yeah, yeah)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me (yeah)
Givenchy jeans bussin'
Grimy killers trippin'
Eyeballs jumping out her skull (yeah)
Take a flicky, bitch, flyest in the city, me
(yeah) have these denims free
XO to my scammer bitch
Scoop 'em like they Russian Cream
Baddies by the five pack
Angels with the thigh pack
Might be Fear of God slacks
With the next strap
Cappin' boy, you not that, cap him
Where the cameras at?
Still serve with them sandwich
Bags, all paid, fifties, twenty racks
(yeah, yeah)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got good spit's
Yeah, selling dummy bricks
I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy
Feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr
Glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin'
Why they interferin'?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah
See through racks on me