Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Collins, artist - Brianna Perry. Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Collins |
| This drip right here |
| Dumb ass hoes |
| BP (BP), yeah |
| Cheese |
| Yeah |
| Cruisin' down Collins in my two-door (Skrrt) |
| Point at these bitches (Hey), laugh at these hoes |
| On your nigga’s mind like a new snapback |
| If you try me, lil' bitch, then I’m gon' clap back |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |
| Yeah, buddy want me to come over |
| Send a deposit, promoter |
| Diamonds is crazy, bipolar |
| Pink cup like strawberry soda |
| Call up the plug, he say, «Hola» |
| He give me one million dollar |
| He want that pussy in water |
| Sick of these niggas, he baller, no lie |
| Somethin' that you might not know 'bout |
| 'bitch, I grew up in the dopehouse |
| I don’t pull the dope out |
| Last nigga left me with a broke heart |
| Why you hustle more, called |
| Fuck boy, callate la boca |
| Damn, just came down off a plan |
| Back kinda hurt so I’m prayin' |
| Stuntin' all night, Jackie Chan |
| Gucci fanny pack, European, full of bands |
| Full of bands, full of bands, goddamn |
| Cruisin' down Collins in my two-door (Skrrt) |
| Point at these bitches (Hey), laugh at these hoes |
| On your nigga’s mind like a new snapback |
| If you try me, lil' bitch, then I’m gon' clap back |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |
| Me and Paula Dean watchin' Roots, ooh |
| Let your nigga feed me fruits, ooh |
| Screech in a droptop coupe, ooh |
| Had to Casey Anthony the roof, ooh |
| Bitch, you ain’t wearin' nothin' new, ooh |
| Stayed to my feet like a zoo, ooh |
| Bein' broke ain’t no excuse, ooh |
| Name of the Lord, I rebuke you |
| Yes, I’m a real one, you a civillian |
| After the line-up, run out the pavillion |
| Look at they face when I step in the building |
| Bitches collapse and I’m on Wendy Williams, ooh |
| I’m talkin' millions |
| At the flea market with my ghetto children |
| Hit South Beach with the 'Gatti on E |
| I don’t give a fuck what they say about me, I’m cruisin' |
| Cruisin' down Collins in my two-door (Skrrt) |
| Point at these bitches (Hey), laugh at these hoes |
| On your nigga’s mind like a new snapback |
| If you try me, lil' bitch, then I’m gon' clap back |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |
| All that talkin', what you sayin', ho? |
| Bitch, don’t play with me |
| Ain’t no talkin', we just sprayin', ho, bitch, don’t play with me |