Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Invisible Klip, artist - Kid Trunks. Album song Members Only, Vol. 3, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Vibes Forever, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Invisible Klip |
Yuh, Lil' bitch! |
You bitch |
Gling, gling gling |
Cris Dinero |
Ayy Phone, pick up the phone |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh, huh) |
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo) |
I don’t fuck with, police (Gling, you dig) |
Gas so green like Yoshi (Cash, you dig) |
Run to the money, like Roshi (Bitch, gling, gling) |
Yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), you dig |
Yeah, yeah (Set!), yeah (Yuh), you dig (Yuh, yuh) |
Three gold rings on my Rosie (Set!) |
Balmain pocket full of posies (Set!) |
Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me (Set!) |
Phone don’t call for the police (Set! Yuh) |
Huh, yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), you dig |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig (Water, ayy, ayy, HUH) |
Gold same color as roses |
My pockets are Pinocchio, poking |
And that’s why she tryna give face to me like a goatee |
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) |
How do you know me? |
(Gling, gling) |
Bitch, I ball like Kobe |
I don’t fuck with police (Gling, gling) |
Gas so green, like Yoshi |
Run to the money, like Roshi |
Do you wanna dick, bitch, hold it (Bitch) |
Runnin' on my shit, like horsie (Set!) |
Jewelry look so snowy (Ayy, ayy) |
And your money short, just like Morty (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
You the girl type on the lowkey (Set!) |
I’m the mankind, Mick Foley (Set!) |
Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia (Hoo) |
You came back to sip, but you so sleep (Hoo) |
Y’all niggas ain’t on shit, bitch |
You was on IG with your stick |
Lookin' for a friend, I’ll leave if you want that spliff |
Nigga now might just give me my cig |
Man, phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip |
Not that I ran that back in 2012 |
Put one in your head like a thot |
When I hit, she she said pause |
I sent her back like she gave you hell (Ayy, ayy) |
She gon' trade me half a nut |
Cumming on her lady lumps |
Made my dick to stiffen up |
Swallow, so she hiccing up |
'Bout to tell her toughen up |
When I’m in that shawty’s guts |
Like to disappear nigga I’m styling, et cetera |
I am never letting up like tomato ketchup |
Know you need to fess up, I want a Tesla |
I’ma get a Tesla, numbers like professor |
Make her learn a lesson, then I never mess up |
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo) |
I don’t fuck with police (Gling, you dig) |
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig) |
Run to the money like Roshe (Bitch, gling, gling) |
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo) |
I don’t fuck with police (Gling, you dig) |
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig) |
Run to the money like Roshe (Bitch, gling, gling) |