ITALIAN E LONDON

Lyrics
[Chorus: Derek] [?] [?] [?][Verse: Jay Critch] Yeah, eh We spend ten on command I get so high, I don't wanna land Left hand full of rubberbands Grab her ass with the other hand I put the money together [?] designer on me, this italian leather Orange whip look like chetter I let her ride in the front seat, then she get wetter Shorty sexy, I be all in her belly With that heater, make a movie like Belly Getting hot in here, feel like I'm Nelly I've been [?] and I'm not even sweating 20 fake, I don't fuck with them fellins And we hustle hard, like the [?] And the diamonds go crazy, go [?] And I smoke on that gas like I'm Snoop Dogg And the hundreds is blue like [?] Big body, I don't want the coupe though I told her to pull up, 'cause she freaky I'ma go to her, stay for the weekend She told me she want molly, she geaking OK, we geeking Watch your back, 'cause these people be sneaking [?] season Hood Fave, I score every season Nd my diamonds kicking [?] I'm in New York like [?] You know my team, 730
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Credits
- Writers
- Derek
- Jay Critch
- Marreta