TEC - Ghetto Cinderella lyrics
[TEC - Ghetto Cinderella lyrics]
Hey, ayy, ayy
Borderline, real 'Raq baby (Ayy)
Hey, ayy, ayy
I fuck you good, yeah, I fuck you good
Don't I? (Ayy)
Mikki on the track (Hey, ayy, ayy) ayy
Hey, ayy, ayy ayy
Mikki Gunz on the track
Uh, rap to your heartbeat, no acapella
(No acapella) that pussy taste like vanilla
Life been better since I met her
(Ever since I met her) no, I won't settle
She the dopest like Griselda
Flossin' her and boss her 'cause
She my ghetto Cinderella tryna let you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind bеhind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick togethеr 'til
We dearly departed
My ghetto Cinderella do anything for me
I said, "Ooh" (O oh)
You the one I'm lookin' for
(Been lookin' for)
I'm the one you get at, neck and pussy
Naked cookin' for (Naked cookin' for)
I'm the one that lick it
The one that get wet and gushy
She fuck, hit straight from the back
I throw that dick in you, crooked, though
(Oh, oh) hey, ayy, ayy
That what she hollar (What she hollar)
Look like an angel
Drop that dick and bring that demon out her
She know I'm a gangster
She hold my switch and that bitch hot as lava
She get on that restful side
Try to eat my dick through my Versace boxers
Say she wanna come to Houston
And fly to Prada
And I hollar, "Ooh, let's do it
" like Waka Flocka trustin' no IG model
Call me daddy, you the baddest, mama
Good head, you made the honors
As soon as you drop the addy, I'ma
Pull up where you at bae, I been livin' fast
Hope you ain't makin' bad with that kitty-cat
I'm trippin' whenever you hit me
Know I slide on you, baby
Tongue headed to that pussy, lickin'
The thighs on you, baby
Uh, rap to your heartbeat, no acapella
(No acapella) that pussy taste like vanilla
Life been better since I met her
(Ever since I met her) no, I won't settle
She the dopest like Griselda
Flossin' her and boss her 'cause
She my ghetto Cinderella tryna let you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind behind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick together 'til
We dearly departed
My ghetto Cinderella do anything for me
Bae, you too official
Few hours and few hours ago, then I miss her
My old ho don't like my new bitch
Shoutout to, for Christmas
Bought daddy a eighty-two inch
And you know this bitch for you
DD, you the baddest, yeah, ha
What's poppin'? Just like that, homie
You hear me? Homie, I ain't
Gon' do that bad, like, "Been right"
Yeah, but you know what it is, man
Whoop the wham, whoop the wham
You know what's sayin', it's Louis
In this bitch, man, ha, yeah
I got no ceiling, ready, though, no, no
Borderline, real 'Raq baby (Ayy)
Hey, ayy, ayy
I fuck you good, yeah, I fuck you good
Don't I? (Ayy)
Mikki on the track (Hey, ayy, ayy) ayy
Hey, ayy, ayy ayy
Mikki Gunz on the track
Uh, rap to your heartbeat, no acapella
(No acapella) that pussy taste like vanilla
Life been better since I met her
(Ever since I met her) no, I won't settle
She the dopest like Griselda
Flossin' her and boss her 'cause
She my ghetto Cinderella tryna let you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind bеhind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick togethеr 'til
We dearly departed
My ghetto Cinderella do anything for me
I said, "Ooh" (O oh)
You the one I'm lookin' for
(Been lookin' for)
I'm the one you get at, neck and pussy
Naked cookin' for (Naked cookin' for)
I'm the one that lick it
The one that get wet and gushy
She fuck, hit straight from the back
I throw that dick in you, crooked, though
(Oh, oh) hey, ayy, ayy
That what she hollar (What she hollar)
Look like an angel
Drop that dick and bring that demon out her
She know I'm a gangster
She hold my switch and that bitch hot as lava
She get on that restful side
Try to eat my dick through my Versace boxers
Say she wanna come to Houston
And fly to Prada
And I hollar, "Ooh, let's do it
" like Waka Flocka trustin' no IG model
Call me daddy, you the baddest, mama
Good head, you made the honors
As soon as you drop the addy, I'ma
Pull up where you at bae, I been livin' fast
Hope you ain't makin' bad with that kitty-cat
I'm trippin' whenever you hit me
Know I slide on you, baby
Tongue headed to that pussy, lickin'
The thighs on you, baby
Uh, rap to your heartbeat, no acapella
(No acapella) that pussy taste like vanilla
Life been better since I met her
(Ever since I met her) no, I won't settle
She the dopest like Griselda
Flossin' her and boss her 'cause
She my ghetto Cinderella tryna let you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind behind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick together 'til
We dearly departed
My ghetto Cinderella do anything for me
Bae, you too official
Few hours and few hours ago, then I miss her
My old ho don't like my new bitch
Shoutout to, for Christmas
Bought daddy a eighty-two inch
And you know this bitch for you
DD, you the baddest, yeah, ha
What's poppin'? Just like that, homie
You hear me? Homie, I ain't
Gon' do that bad, like, "Been right"
Yeah, but you know what it is, man
Whoop the wham, whoop the wham
You know what's sayin', it's Louis
In this bitch, man, ha, yeah
I got no ceiling, ready, though, no, no