Warhol.SS - Ion Trust Her lyrics
[Warhol.SS - Ion Trust Her lyrics]
Ain't no shaking hands bitch
He don't know me - I don't know that nigga
She just want all my attention
But I'm not your nigga
That bitch know my Forza limit
I be speed racing
Gold reaper on me - voodoo bitch
I think she Haitian
(yeah, Right) picking up the sticks
She hear Freddie coming he gon' up and dip
Ballin' like the first
Feeling like the Knicks q gon keep the scope
Ion trust the bitch
(yeah, Right) all I ever knew
All my hunnids blue spend up all the green
Use to serve the fiends now I serve the base
Future in my hand that's a scary place
She just want the boy but
No bitch I can't kick it
I can't reach my limit i see why they timid
We was in a Rarri heard that Rarri tinted
I pull in that Uber, black
All my windows tinted
(Bitch, Yuh) red Wing on my boot
Balmain on my briefs
All these bitches tricks
All my niggas wit it
Who he think he kidding?
Heard that boy a pussy
Call that bitch a kitten
New Jeep pull up like ooh winnin'
New bitch pull up (What) oo wit it
Ooh wit it yeah I'm wit it thirty on me
Ain't no shaking hands bitch
He don't know me - I don't know that nigga
She just want all my attention
But I'm not your nigga
That bitch know my Forza limit
I be speed racing
Gold reaper on me - voodoo bitch
I think she Haitian (yeah, Right)
Picking up the sticks
She hear Freddie coming he gon' up and dip
Ballin' like the first
Feeling like the Knicks q gon keep the scope
Ion trust the bitch
He don't know me - I don't know that nigga
She just want all my attention
But I'm not your nigga
That bitch know my Forza limit
I be speed racing
Gold reaper on me - voodoo bitch
I think she Haitian
(yeah, Right) picking up the sticks
She hear Freddie coming he gon' up and dip
Ballin' like the first
Feeling like the Knicks q gon keep the scope
Ion trust the bitch
(yeah, Right) all I ever knew
All my hunnids blue spend up all the green
Use to serve the fiends now I serve the base
Future in my hand that's a scary place
She just want the boy but
No bitch I can't kick it
I can't reach my limit i see why they timid
We was in a Rarri heard that Rarri tinted
I pull in that Uber, black
All my windows tinted
(Bitch, Yuh) red Wing on my boot
Balmain on my briefs
All these bitches tricks
All my niggas wit it
Who he think he kidding?
Heard that boy a pussy
Call that bitch a kitten
New Jeep pull up like ooh winnin'
New bitch pull up (What) oo wit it
Ooh wit it yeah I'm wit it thirty on me
Ain't no shaking hands bitch
He don't know me - I don't know that nigga
She just want all my attention
But I'm not your nigga
That bitch know my Forza limit
I be speed racing
Gold reaper on me - voodoo bitch
I think she Haitian (yeah, Right)
Picking up the sticks
She hear Freddie coming he gon' up and dip
Ballin' like the first
Feeling like the Knicks q gon keep the scope
Ion trust the bitch