Lyrics Bichon Frise - Father

Bichon Frise

Arms fold by the door I wanna go
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I’ma fold
Shit got sick nigga shit got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil' Bichon Frise
Put a bitch on freeze while I push this snow
(Perico!)
I’m grindin' bitch join in or shut up
You don’t wanna work lil' ho lick nut up
Whole lotta snow on the table need cut up (Yeah, hmm)
Walk in yo' shit its Chucky Cheese rat casino
Lame ass niggas in Vans and chinos
None of these niggas got hands and we know
None of these niggas got bands and we know
None of these niggas got a chance in hell of making these C-notes (Yeah)
I don’t run I reload
I call fun a kilo I buy guns on Pico
All my funds illegal
Hate niggas in peacoats
Arms fold by the door I wanna go
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I’ma fold
Shit got sick nigga shit got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil' Bichon Frise
Put a bitch on freeze while I push this snow
(Perico!)
Ayy, my whole face in some powder, hey
I like money gunpowder, hey
These niggas they some cowards, hey
Y’all was playing with sticks in the mud
I was selling that flower, ayy
Dreaming 'bout horsepower, ayy
Beating up cakes and V8s
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thinking 'bout fucking these hoes in they face
All I know is Fargo and Chase
And turning some cargo into some base
Walk in this bitch better call me your grace
Walk in this bit' wit a sword and a mace
Don’t get too comfortable in your place
Most of you niggas easy to replace
Arms fold by the door I wanna go (Yeah)
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold (Yeah)
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I’ma fold
Shit got sick nigga shit got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil' Bichon Frise
Put a bitch on freeze while I push this snow