| That’s a '15 Charger, bitch, the whole hood know
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| You ain’t foolin' nobody playin' rich bitch roles
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| Wearin' old ass Gucci, ho, them last year’s clothes
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| Ho, we turnt in this bitch, you drinkin' Belaire rose
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| We on Don in the VIP smellin' just like boss
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| AP on my wrist, got a bad bitch froze
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| My IG doin' numbers, watch a bad bitch pose
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| I drop down and give a nigga fifty when I’m twerkin'
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| Make a nigga jaw drop when he see me in person
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| Make a nigga drop bands, make accounts start hurtin'
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| Make him buy a Louis purse and I ain’t even start flirting
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| Missed church on Sunday, bought some Saint Laurent
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| New Gucci lookin' crazy, they done changed the font
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| In a Ghost with my mama’s sister, that’s my aunt
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| Rolled by my ex like, «Hold up, let me stunt,» bumpin' up on
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| Elevators, elevators
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| Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators
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| Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater
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| 'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators (You heard that?)
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| Elevators, elevators
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| Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators
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| Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater
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| 'Cause we goin' up like elevators, elevators
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| I’m in love with Benjamin Franklin, I’m addicted to him
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| Tat him on my titty with love 'cause I’m stickin' to him
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| He in my ride, pants cursin' my mind, I’m so connected to him
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| He told me buy a brand new bag, I’m 'bout to listen to him
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| Ooh, take me shopping, buy me what I want
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| Take me out to Vegas, fly me where you want
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| Spend it on me at expensive restaurants
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| I like Ace of Spades, lobster tails, and butter on croissants
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| Don’t give a fuck, ho, I know I got an attitude
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| We goin' up, elevator on latitude
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| Instagram doin' numbers, check my damn views
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| I see your track slippin', bitch, you need some damn glue
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| Rich bitch, thick bitch, and I got hands on me
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| Hatin' bitch in her feelings 'cause her man on me
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| All white everything like the Klan on me
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| Drumline in my purse 'cause I got the bands on me (That bag)
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| I got the bands on me (Cash)
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| That’s why your man on me (Give me that)
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| These Gucci, ain’t no Vans on me
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| Foolin' out at Lenox, throwin' money like a fan on me, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Elevators , by - Renni Rucci. Song from the album Big Renni, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп