(I love you Lex)
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
You can suck my dick but then you gotta go
You know why? cause you too basic
Starbucks and Cinnamoroll
Crop top with the Vans and cute laces
All these hoes really copy and paste
They need to switch it up and get some new taste
Red flags and they still want dates, no way
I'm all about my bag like a nigga own Chase
Only been rapping for four years
But I made 100k already
That's cause my shit's top tier
Even when I used to rap off a Yeti
He wanted fame we sent him to the stars, uh huh
You a lame u wont make it far, uh huh
I be doing the least but still make the most
You a joke, unknown, John Doe
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
(Bitch!)
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English
(I love you Lex)
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
You can suck my dick but then you gotta go
You know why? cause you too basic
Starbucks and Cinnamoroll
Crop top with the Vans and cute laces
All these hoes really copy and paste
They need to switch it up and get some new taste
Red flags and they still want dates, no way
I'm all about my bag like a nigga own Chase
Only been rapping for four years
But I made 100k already
That's cause my shit's top tier
Even when I used to rap off a Yeti
He wanted fame we sent him to the stars, uh huh
You a lame u wont make it far, uh huh
I be doing the least but still make the most
You a joke, unknown, John Doe
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
(Bitch!)
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
You can suck my dick but then you gotta go
You know why? cause you too basic
Starbucks and Cinnamoroll
Crop top with the Vans and cute laces
All these hoes really copy and paste
They need to switch it up and get some new taste
Red flags and they still want dates, no way
I'm all about my bag like a nigga own Chase
Only been rapping for four years
But I made 100k already
That's cause my shit's top tier
Even when I used to rap off a Yeti
He wanted fame we sent him to the stars, uh huh
You a lame u wont make it far, uh huh
I be doing the least but still make the most
You a joke, unknown, John Doe
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
I got so many hoes
Pickin em out like eeny, miny, moe
But I tell they ass no
I'm married to the bag and that's facts
My wrist so cold like snow
(Bitch!)
Writer: Alexander Anthony
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid