heartstopmiami, tropes - she likes my shirts lyrics
[heartstopmiami, tropes - she likes my shirts lyrics]
Let my choppa disperse dickhead in the sun
We gon leave him in the dirt
Ion even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty and
Give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, oh
I'm like sure, ooh, oh okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh
Girl I gotta give you prada
Gotta spoil ya god, I love ya
Oh, let's try some love, ya
Let's do love, ya
Oh, let's, ooh, let's love, ya
Cus girl I love ya needa keep ya
You a keepa let's do reefa
I'm tryna see ya i'm tryna see ya
I'm tryna see ya
Ima savеr i'm not thankful
Check my bankroll yuh your not able
Muzzle flash, it's too bright
Likе it's mabel
Saw so many bros go up without a label
You don't need that shit
You're so better than them
I'm so better than them
We're so better than them goin up
We don't need no help from god damn them
Babe tell me what you like
Ima get her drinks that shit on my tab
Kay, come on, lets go we not going last
We not going bad yea, we not going out sad
And I love you so and you know that oh
You hear what he said? No I cannot oh
I'm the better girl for the perfect you
I'm a better lover yeah
Let my choppa disperse dickhead in the sun
We gon leave him in the dirt
Ion even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty and
Give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, oh
I'm like sure, ooh, oh okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh
We gon leave him in the dirt
Ion even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty and
Give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, oh
I'm like sure, ooh, oh okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh
Girl I gotta give you prada
Gotta spoil ya god, I love ya
Oh, let's try some love, ya
Let's do love, ya
Oh, let's, ooh, let's love, ya
Cus girl I love ya needa keep ya
You a keepa let's do reefa
I'm tryna see ya i'm tryna see ya
I'm tryna see ya
Ima savеr i'm not thankful
Check my bankroll yuh your not able
Muzzle flash, it's too bright
Likе it's mabel
Saw so many bros go up without a label
You don't need that shit
You're so better than them
I'm so better than them
We're so better than them goin up
We don't need no help from god damn them
Babe tell me what you like
Ima get her drinks that shit on my tab
Kay, come on, lets go we not going last
We not going bad yea, we not going out sad
And I love you so and you know that oh
You hear what he said? No I cannot oh
I'm the better girl for the perfect you
I'm a better lover yeah
Let my choppa disperse dickhead in the sun
We gon leave him in the dirt
Ion even care if we leave his bitch hurt
I could get lil betty and
Give everything to her
She forget her man's, mhm, that's for sure
She fuck with brands, mhm, on the shirt
She asking for shirts too, oh
I'm like sure, ooh, oh okay what you got, uh
What you got, uh