Gissydoll Songtext
von Millyz

Fuck that
And everything
Make money spread
30,000 Feet up in my
Got my feet up
30,000 Miles up in the sky got my feet up
She just had an A I dropped the bag she got a D cup
I might blow a honey bun on you
They don′t stress it over turn bitch
I like my bitch spoiled like she's gissydoll
Yeah yeah, no, 10 back that ain′t nothing
If he ain't buy you no Bottega
Yeah, he bluffing and go yeah yeah
Yeah, you know I'm 20, that ain′t nothing
If he ain′t take you out of the country, yeah, then dub him
Yeah, wrist, wrist, wrist, it's all in the wrist
I could put that plain Jane Paddock on your wrist
Yeah, neck, neck, throat, tell me, is it wet enough?
Yeah, I′ma throw this shit, et cetera, et cetera
Yeah, she keep doing that and I'ma splurge quick


Only knew her for a month, she on the third trip
Yeah, getting brain like I′m trying to learn shit
Super turnt, bitch
I love a super turnt, bitch
Yeah, chopper to the game, I blow a 50-pack for nothing
I go, I'll take it down for nothing
I go Louis down for nothing, 80,000 on the plane
Jane, I′m bussy down for nothing, precious ever
As I'm walking through the customs, yeah
30,000 Miles up in the sky, got my feet on it
She just had an A, I dropped a bag, she got a D cup
I might blow a honey bun on you, but don't stress it
Don′t return, bitch, I like my bitch spoiled like
She gissydoll yeah yeah 10 pack that ain nothing If he ain buy you no
Bottega Eddie Guffins We go yeah yeah You know 20 that ain nothing If
He ain buy you no Bottega yeah he bluffin And go yeah yeah you know I
20 That ain nothing
If he ain take you out the country yeah then dub him
Yeah, wrist, wrist, wrist, it′s all in the wrist
I could put that plain Jane Paddock on your wrist
Yeah, neck, neck, throat, tell me is it wet enough
Yeah, I'ma throw this shit, et cetera
Yeah, yeah, baby, show me what that pussy like
If it′s good, I'ma tip you what I′m booked tonight
Airfare, I don't care, yeah, I booked the flight
Dick good and it′s clean and it's hookin' right
In the spot and I got hella on me
In the club with hella bands, where′s yellow dolly?
Black truck, blick tuck, can′t let him haunt me
Gettin' fried money, fly, we off hella Donnie
Yeah, 30,000 miles up in the sky, got my feet up
She just had an A, I dropped a bag, she got a D-cup
I might blow a honey bun on you, they don′t stress it
I'm return, bitch, I like my bitch spoiled like she′s gissydoll
Yeah, yeah, no, 10 bag that ain't nothing
If he ain′t buy you no Bottega, yeah he bluffin
You go, yeah, yeah, you know I'm 20, that ain't nothing
If he ain′t take you out the country, yeah, then dub him, yeah
Wrist, wrist, wrist, it′s all in the wrist
I could put that plain Jane Paddock on your wrist, yeah
Neck, neck, throat, tell me, is it wet enough?
Yeah, I'ma throw this shit, et cetera, et cetera
Super turnt, bitch, I like my bitch spoiled like she′s gissydoll