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ALCANTARA SUEDE Video (MV)




Performed By: Nickolis
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Nickolis Matthews
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She wanna be a stay home, house wife she got two kids
Every week, outside inna new whip
New heels, gotta nigga to pay her shoe bills
Car note, Van Cleef dripped in onyx, I see it
Every pic that she post she gon drop from the head to the toes
Gotta show the most
Snatched up body, she a snatched up shawty
She got Bottega Veneta, she flickin' up in the 'Rarri
Last week was Paris, got some things for her momma
This week you in Downtown searchin' hard for the drama
Posted up at the lounge, she runnin' game on my patna
Do the knowledge my nigga I hope you wake up tomorrow
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
Passport stamped up, what it cost you
I love ratchets, I've been lost too
Count my blessings, count my baddies
She like Porches, she like Bentleys
And I know she get high when she see those shooting stars baby
This ain't the sky we in the whip
Fly her out here for the tip, fly her out here for a flick
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin'
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English

She wanna be a stay home, house wife she got two kids
Every week, outside inna new whip
New heels, gotta nigga to pay her shoe bills
Car note, Van Cleef dripped in onyx, I see it
Every pic that she post she gon drop from the head to the toes
Gotta show the most
Snatched up body, she a snatched up shawty
She got Bottega Veneta, she flickin' up in the 'Rarri
Last week was Paris, got some things for her momma
This week you in Downtown searchin' hard for the drama
Posted up at the lounge, she runnin' game on my patna
Do the knowledge my nigga I hope you wake up tomorrow
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
Passport stamped up, what it cost you
I love ratchets, I've been lost too
Count my blessings, count my baddies
She like Porches, she like Bentleys
And I know she get high when she see those shooting stars baby
This ain't the sky we in the whip
Fly her out here for the tip, fly her out here for a flick
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin
You always in that passenger seat with the Alcantara suede
Another hoe tryina get saved, another hoe tryina get saved
She ain't gon get saved we ain't trickin' trickin'
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Writer: Nickolis Matthews
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