MODELS Songtext
von tana
MODELS Songtext
(Underdogs)
Yeah, bana, bana, baby
I guess I′m the super villain 'cause they treatin′ me like it
Been like this since the beginning, how the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions, industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart, I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it, I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch ′til I finish, this bitch moanin′ and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab, somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section, it′s a thousand of models
Fuckin' this bitch, said she feel it in her belly
I come through with that stick on me, the shit there is heavy
When I come through, hide your big homie, y′all niggas ain't ready
Peep my wrist, that shit thunderstorm, iced out, bitch, baguette
I fucked that bitch then I forget it
Love the money, I got a fetish
Lot of money comin′ in steady
Three strokes, I fuck up her belly
I met a bad bitch out in Bali
I'm with my whoas, nigga, call up Velly
Y'all niggas peons, R. Kelly
My pockets fat, ho, potbelly
Pour up a cup, pour up some more
They want it bad, I want it more
I′m off the drank, I′m movin' slow
Too many hoes, eeny-miny-moe
I′m countin' cake, rollin′ up dope
These niggas lame, copy the flow
Millions of bitches, but I want his ho
I pop an X while it's like 4AM
I′m the super villain 'cause they treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning, how the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions, industry tryna hide ′em
And I just break her heart, I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it, I can′t make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish, this bitch moanin′ and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab, somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section, it′s a thousand of models
Models
Slatty
Yeah, bana, bana, baby
I guess I′m the super villain 'cause they treatin′ me like it
Been like this since the beginning, how the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions, industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart, I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it, I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch ′til I finish, this bitch moanin′ and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab, somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section, it′s a thousand of models
Fuckin' this bitch, said she feel it in her belly
I come through with that stick on me, the shit there is heavy
When I come through, hide your big homie, y′all niggas ain't ready
Peep my wrist, that shit thunderstorm, iced out, bitch, baguette
I fucked that bitch then I forget it
Love the money, I got a fetish
Lot of money comin′ in steady
Three strokes, I fuck up her belly
I met a bad bitch out in Bali
I'm with my whoas, nigga, call up Velly
Y'all niggas peons, R. Kelly
My pockets fat, ho, potbelly
Pour up a cup, pour up some more
They want it bad, I want it more
I′m off the drank, I′m movin' slow
Too many hoes, eeny-miny-moe
I′m countin' cake, rollin′ up dope
These niggas lame, copy the flow
Millions of bitches, but I want his ho
I pop an X while it's like 4AM
I′m the super villain 'cause they treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning, how the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions, industry tryna hide ′em
And I just break her heart, I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it, I can′t make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish, this bitch moanin′ and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab, somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section, it′s a thousand of models
Models
Slatty
Writer(s): Mekhi Britt, Nick Brady, Steven D. Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
