MANNEQUIN Songtext
von Che
MANNEQUIN Songtext
Go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go)
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (go, go, go)
And not because I want it, ′cause I need it
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck, speeding
Talk to NASCAR, I′m a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth
Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I love your racks, love your double D′s (yeah, yeah)
24 hos just like Kobe (yeah, yeah)
And I'm courtside with my nose bleeding
I don′t want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll (yeah, let's go)
I don′t want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog (real big, R.I.B.)
I don't tell ′em, R.I.P., I tell 'em, R.I.B., dog (yeah, I tell 'em, R.I.B.)
YSL jeans backwards, Kriss Kross
Tell a bitch, "Sit criss-cross" (hrr)
Yeah, I′m itchin′, gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (hrr)
Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone, huh (hrr)
Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, huh (hrr)
I′m so fresh, like a well-kept lawn (hrr)
She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (hrr)
Yeah, I'm steppin′ so don't get stepped on
Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (hrr)
Keep it real, I hate getting led on (hrr)
Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (hrr)
Stand my ground, I ain′t getting picked on (hrr)
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go, hrr)
Yeah (yeah), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (go, go, go, hrr)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (hrr)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck, speeding (hrr)
Talk to NASCAR, I′m a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth
Hrr
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go)
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (go, go, go)
And not because I want it, ′cause I need it
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck, speeding
Talk to NASCAR, I′m a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth
Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I love your racks, love your double D′s (yeah, yeah)
24 hos just like Kobe (yeah, yeah)
And I'm courtside with my nose bleeding
I don′t want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll (yeah, let's go)
I don′t want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog (real big, R.I.B.)
I don't tell ′em, R.I.P., I tell 'em, R.I.B., dog (yeah, I tell 'em, R.I.B.)
YSL jeans backwards, Kriss Kross
Tell a bitch, "Sit criss-cross" (hrr)
Yeah, I′m itchin′, gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (hrr)
Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone, huh (hrr)
Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, huh (hrr)
I′m so fresh, like a well-kept lawn (hrr)
She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (hrr)
Yeah, I'm steppin′ so don't get stepped on
Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (hrr)
Keep it real, I hate getting led on (hrr)
Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (hrr)
Stand my ground, I ain′t getting picked on (hrr)
Yeah (go), they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go, hrr)
Yeah (yeah), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (go, go, go, hrr)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (hrr)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck, speeding (hrr)
Talk to NASCAR, I′m a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain′t no teeth (yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth
Hrr
Writer(s): Chase Mitchell Xavier Lopez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
