Lynzo The Heartthrob - HIPS Lyrics

Every bag I sell smells like Chanel
Got it from Santee Alley
With some YSL
I don't work
I get my mail
Hop on a yacht
Went for a sail
Momma a hottie
If you can't tell
Don't go to church
I flip my hair
Doonie & Burke
Cause he can't tell
My card abundant
Here I tell
You a story about the way
The way my hand is full

I am loved well
Daddy gives me money
Loudly I yell
Thank you father

The holy grail
Her money long
They love me long
I love him no
His account is what I want
Gave me the Beamer
And the gardener
Planting thyme
I sniff her rose
Taking my time
I roll it up
Give her water
Light it up
Smoke my wine

Whine my Hips
Can we kiss?
Thank you for this
Thank you for this

Every bag I wear smells like Chanel
Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
I got big titties
I'm the Don-Da-Da
Hit a lick
We split the product
I sell my share
I give him nada
Da-Da-Da-Da-Ra-Da-Da-Da-Da
In the strip
I share with squala
Dance for me
For the mula
Daddy's money is communal
Spot six inches
Kiss the girl
Throw three stacks
And watch her twirl
Our bodies curl

Whine my Hips
Can we kiss?
(Heartthrob!)
Thank you for this
Thank you for this
(ahh, ahh, ahh)
Whine my Hips
(ahh, ahh, ahh)
Can we kiss?
(ahh, ahh, ahh)
Thank you for this
Thank you for this