Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evisu Fiend , by - Father. Release date: 13.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Evisu Fiend |
| Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans |
| Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket |
| Ho reach in, play with my peen |
| Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend |
| Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams |
| Put that dough through the money machine |
| Front page magazine with the sack on me |
| Her titties keep poppin' out |
| Pack in my pants keep poppin' out |
| Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out |
| Let me see that big ass, pop it out |
| I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko |
| I’ll do anything for the bankroll |
| Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on |
| Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on |
| Evisu fiend, fancy king, sippin' that Riesling, pinky ring |
| Bitch, fuck you mean, you ain’t suckin' no ding-a-ling? |
| Bad dream? |
| I don’t have no bad dreams, just bag dreams |
| Black jean, Hardy Boy, yo ho, uh-huh, yeah, tag team |
| Bag team, rack team, tag team champs, yeah |
| Strap team, lap, leave yo whole damn team damp, yeah |
| Fuckin' with them starlets and them harlots, we some tramps, yeah |
| Pull up in the Subie with the drop glow, we gon' lap ya |
| Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans |
| Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket |
| Ho reach in, play with my peen |
| Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend |
| Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams |
| Put that dough through the money machine |
| Front page magazine with the sack on me |
| Her titties keep poppin' out |
| Pack in my pants keep poppin' out |
| Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out |
| Let me see that big ass, pop it out |
| I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko |
| I’ll do anything for the bankroll |
| Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on |
| Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on |
| I got all my rings on, I got all my chains on |
| Everything is my own, look at my bitch, she homegrown |
| Look at my fruit, it’s homegrown, all of my niggas minds gone |
| Look at these plates, these lines gone, everybody goin' home |
| Little ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans |
| Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket |
| Ho reach in, play with my peen |
| Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend |
| Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams |
| Put that dough through the money machine |
| Front page magazine with the sack on me |
| Her titties keep poppin' out |
| Pack in my pants keep poppin' out |
| Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out |
| Let me see that big ass, pop it out |
| I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko |
| I’ll do anything for the bankroll |
| Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on |
| Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on |