Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song E Money, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song 4 / 29 / 17, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
E Money |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Ay, she poppin' in Prada, she popped a molly |
Ay, graduate college, she got the honors |
Ay, hot like wasabi she need a water |
Ay, hot like the summer I need a water |
Yeah, they think it’s a jungle |
I need her number, see what’s under them tight jeans |
You makin' me love it |
She get it from mama, she look like Nicki Minaj |
She said bitch you might be catchin' me rollin' |
I’m just tryna give you suggestions |
You could take 'em if you wanted, I won’t regret shit |
I know you got them other dudes in line, I’m your best bet |
You should give me time, bring your best friend |
Girl, will you let me |
Slide on through, light one too, why not two, yeah |
Your old man hate me |
We should probably let bygones do what bygones do |
If that ain’t cool, well at least a motherfucker tried |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
(yes lawd) |
I’m tryna make the again |
Like what’s your name, I like your frame, you look West African |
Remain the same, I never change like what you askin' me |
You’re Mona Lisa, flawless features |
You a masterpiece, I seen it with my own two eyes |
These motherfuckers can’t conceive it like they got they tubes tied |
Was one soul I get too high, that’s okay |
The flow is smooth as Oil of Olay, so watch your step please |
Just stay outta the way 'cause we run this shit like a stampede |
I just get it on, I’m gonna figure this shit out |
In love with the rhythm, you could feel it, make her bounce |
Woman like that niggas smoke her by the ounce |
But |
We was tryna show 'em how |
Illmatic I’m still at it, I’m bombin' like Bin Laden |
This knowledge has been rationed, the prophet’ll spit less |
And y’all never ease pass me, y’all got it ass backwards, yes lawd |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |
Girl, you thick like |
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |