Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Autumar Wick!, artist - Autumn!.
Date of issue: 17.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Autumar Wick! |
I love you, Balmain |
Are ya' ready kids? |
Woah, Woah, Woah |
Yeah, yeah |
Yeah, Yeah |
We gon' run up in his house like give me that shit |
Got a .223 and it kick, kick, kick |
You be doin' too much flexin' you a lick, lick, lick |
Two 1911s, call me Autumar Wick |
She just wanna fuck with me 'cause she heard that I’m rich |
All the bullshit, leave it for the birds in this bitch |
I be shittin' on these niggas, smell like turds in this bitch |
Got a foreign bitch with me, in a turban and shit |
Good gas got me high, on some turbulence shit |
Bitch leave me alone with that hurryin' shit |
I be ballin' on these niggas like Curry and shit |
I’m in Bollywood eating curry and shit |
I been Hollywood, I ain’t worried 'bout shit |
Seen me in public, he was nervous as shit |
I remember hoes used to curve me and shit |
Now they hit me up 'cause they heard me and shit |
YSL coat, it’s furry as shit |
He eatin' McDonald’s, he eatin' flurries and shit |
Me and Rino, we in Benihana’s |
Eatin' hunnid dolla burgers and shit |
Runnin' 'round with them .30s and glicks |
B.B Simon, yeah it hold up the blick |
We gon' run up in his house, like give me that shit |
Got a .223 and it kick, kick, kick |
You be doin' too much flexin' boy you a lick, lick, lick |
Two 1911s, like Autumar Wick! |
Two 1911s, like Autumar Wick! |
Moncler with the khakis, on my Almighty So shit |
Yeah my pockets getting baggy, 'cause all this money don’t fit |
Yeah that lil' bitch call me daddy, she say «Autumn, don’t fit» |
And my new bitch she bratty, yeah she always throwin' fits |
Used to always want a Grammy, I don’t care 'bout that shit |
We gon' run up in his house like give me that shit |
Got a .223 and it kick, kick, kick |
You be doin' too much flexin' you a lick, lick, lick |
Two 1911s, call me Autumar Wick |