Pour up a cup, crush me a Xan'
These females comes over
I treat 'em good but I don't love em
Love em these drugs in my system
All in my blood can't flush em', flush em'
I'm young and I'm vulgar, pull up
On a cougar, she blushing, blushing
I just fill up a cup, pull
Out a Xanax and crush it, crush it
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, ooh
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me but please do not phone me
MAC-10 and aloha little miss is a go'er
Pistol and a clover
Get your ass in the motor i drive her crazy
She know the streets pay me
I sell Anna and Katie baby, baby
I'm Lancey I'll shoot the officer
And leave him in daisies
I'm gorgeous, I'll say it again
I got, sauce for like, eight of your friends
Cause their sick and they need to be cleansed
Tryna f*ck every bitch on both
Sides on the Thames no really, trust me
I don't need no apartment
Backseat of the bimmer
Cause you know I'm slutty
Stop tryna be Lancey, man, go home and study
Go home and be you
The streets do not feel you
I say what I want, cause I know who I am
They pay what I want
Then put nose through a gram
Guns and roses baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Wagwan, rude boy? What's good, rude boy?
What's that, kush, rude boy?
Look like bush, rude boy?
What's that, Nike, rude boy?
Look like whoosh, rude boy?
You alright, rude boy?
You need a push, rude boy?
F*ck you, I'm clean, rude boy
I'm Céline, rude boy
Maison, Margiela, Martine, rude boy
Raf Simons routine, rude boy
I'm the BM driving, solo styling
No dick riding lancey is done, rude boy
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
So love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, guns-
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
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English
Pour up a cup, crush me a Xan'
These females comes over
I treat 'em good but I don't love em
Love em these drugs in my system
All in my blood can't flush em', flush em'
I'm young and I'm vulgar, pull up
On a cougar, she blushing, blushing
I just fill up a cup, pull
Out a Xanax and crush it, crush it
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, ooh
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me but please do not phone me
MAC-10 and aloha little miss is a go'er
Pistol and a clover
Get your ass in the motor i drive her crazy
She know the streets pay me
I sell Anna and Katie baby, baby
I'm Lancey I'll shoot the officer
And leave him in daisies
I'm gorgeous, I'll say it again
I got, sauce for like, eight of your friends
Cause their sick and they need to be cleansed
Tryna f*ck every bitch on both
Sides on the Thames no really, trust me
I don't need no apartment
Backseat of the bimmer
Cause you know I'm slutty
Stop tryna be Lancey, man, go home and study
Go home and be you
The streets do not feel you
I say what I want, cause I know who I am
They pay what I want
Then put nose through a gram
Guns and roses baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Wagwan, rude boy? What's good, rude boy?
What's that, kush, rude boy?
Look like bush, rude boy?
What's that, Nike, rude boy?
Look like whoosh, rude boy?
You alright, rude boy?
You need a push, rude boy?
F*ck you, I'm clean, rude boy
I'm Céline, rude boy
Maison, Margiela, Martine, rude boy
Raf Simons routine, rude boy
I'm the BM driving, solo styling
No dick riding lancey is done, rude boy
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
So love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, guns-
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
These females comes over
I treat 'em good but I don't love em
Love em these drugs in my system
All in my blood can't flush em', flush em'
I'm young and I'm vulgar, pull up
On a cougar, she blushing, blushing
I just fill up a cup, pull
Out a Xanax and crush it, crush it
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, ooh
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me but please do not phone me
MAC-10 and aloha little miss is a go'er
Pistol and a clover
Get your ass in the motor i drive her crazy
She know the streets pay me
I sell Anna and Katie baby, baby
I'm Lancey I'll shoot the officer
And leave him in daisies
I'm gorgeous, I'll say it again
I got, sauce for like, eight of your friends
Cause their sick and they need to be cleansed
Tryna f*ck every bitch on both
Sides on the Thames no really, trust me
I don't need no apartment
Backseat of the bimmer
Cause you know I'm slutty
Stop tryna be Lancey, man, go home and study
Go home and be you
The streets do not feel you
I say what I want, cause I know who I am
They pay what I want
Then put nose through a gram
Guns and roses baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me
Love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Wagwan, rude boy? What's good, rude boy?
What's that, kush, rude boy?
Look like bush, rude boy?
What's that, Nike, rude boy?
Look like whoosh, rude boy?
You alright, rude boy?
You need a push, rude boy?
F*ck you, I'm clean, rude boy
I'm Céline, rude boy
Maison, Margiela, Martine, rude boy
Raf Simons routine, rude boy
I'm the BM driving, solo styling
No dick riding lancey is done, rude boy
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me, no
So love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses baby girl, guns-
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and f*ck me
But please do not phone me guns and roses