POSE Songtext
von Tsu Surf
POSE Songtext
Yeah, yeah, oh no
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
Uh, good girl, I heard the house saved her
Group sex with clout chasers
Broken past, she might sell her soul for that Birkin bag
Body structure, see the cuts in the waist
Only seen them stars when she got fucked in that Wraith
Still fantasize, ex-nigga tatted on her panty line
Turn a mean bitch into a fan of mine
Bad ass, smart face, big dreams, small waist
Think she from a small state, monopoly
I let her shop at Park Place
Heart broke but she don′t give a damn
Bigger plans, tell you frustrated by your Instagram
You ain't doing nothin′, I could fix your plans
She want a boyfriend but never could get a man
Damn, why she can't get a man?
It feel wetter in red bottom heels leather
Her soul lost, hope that Henny make her feel better
It feel wetter in red bottom heels leather
Her soul lost, I hope that Henny make her feel better
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
A private jet, you wan' fly or not?
Private spot, you poppin′ out?
Gone ′til she cotton mouth
Her coochie smell like Baccarat
No corny bitches, five-star foreign dishes
Order steak, you order fish and
Fuck her out that 40 inches (You sleepin')
She the baddest, had the TEC
She left her lashes by my mattress
PH balance, only H20 with salad, had to have it
Gucci addict, only vintage, very classic, savage
Alexa, play "Real Niggas in Paris," what you whinin′ 'bout?
My dessert after we finish dinin′ out
When we play the crib, you into hidin' out
I might be a fan of yours
Couple things you could do with that manicure
Couple things you could do with that
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
Uh, good girl, I heard the house saved her
Group sex with clout chasers
Broken past, she might sell her soul for that Birkin bag
Body structure, see the cuts in the waist
Only seen them stars when she got fucked in that Wraith
Still fantasize, ex-nigga tatted on her panty line
Turn a mean bitch into a fan of mine
Bad ass, smart face, big dreams, small waist
Think she from a small state, monopoly
I let her shop at Park Place
Heart broke but she don′t give a damn
Bigger plans, tell you frustrated by your Instagram
You ain't doing nothin′, I could fix your plans
She want a boyfriend but never could get a man
Damn, why she can't get a man?
It feel wetter in red bottom heels leather
Her soul lost, hope that Henny make her feel better
It feel wetter in red bottom heels leather
Her soul lost, I hope that Henny make her feel better
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
A private jet, you wan' fly or not?
Private spot, you poppin′ out?
Gone ′til she cotton mouth
Her coochie smell like Baccarat
No corny bitches, five-star foreign dishes
Order steak, you order fish and
Fuck her out that 40 inches (You sleepin')
She the baddest, had the TEC
She left her lashes by my mattress
PH balance, only H20 with salad, had to have it
Gucci addict, only vintage, very classic, savage
Alexa, play "Real Niggas in Paris," what you whinin′ 'bout?
My dessert after we finish dinin′ out
When we play the crib, you into hidin' out
I might be a fan of yours
Couple things you could do with that manicure
Couple things you could do with that
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
She gave her soul to a nigga, how we make it last?
Told her pose for the picture
Your heart cold, girl, you home for the winter
You playing way too many games, way too many games
Writer(s): Rahjon Cox, Erik Griggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
