Collins

Lyrics
[Intro] Wake up, F1LTHY I can tell exactly, what you thinkin inside yo head But you dont know me motherfucker You dont know I been all around the world You dont know I fucked all kinds of bitches All different kinds of waves And all different kinds of failing situations In a motherfucking penthouse, Paris You dont know how I'm doin, man You dont know how imp livin' Nigga! [Chorus: Lofty305] Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now that bitch callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin' on these niggas we gone keep ballin' Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now that bitch callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin' on these niggas we gone keep ballin' [Verse 1: Lofty305] Underestimate my bitches when they way smarter Underestimate a nigga when I'm much harder Underestimate my guala when its much taller Ima educate my bitch in how the fuck to come up Ima lay my head down when the fuckin sun up And im only gettin up for the fuckin money I did it for the love now its fuck that I got my fuckin name now its fuck rap [Chorus: Lofty305] I Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now she callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin' on these niggas they gone keep ballin' Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now that bitch callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin' on these niggas we gone keep ballin' [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Hundred thousand eight-seven thousand its for me and you Livin' for the moment. totin, snortin, but i sip the screw Payments on my ass I get it fast as fuck from different crews Niggas playin pussy round me give no fucks bout what they do Bitch I get that legal tender all my Ms got bitches too Cut them boppers off the mag, doin what I told them to Niggas actin scary why you mad cause I ain't notice you Focus on my money not concerned with what you suckas do Doin what I gotta with that powder to be comfortable Keep on hatin shawty thats my reason not to fuck with you Ima rise above and do exactly what I wanna do Ask me who gone stop me ain't nobody finna conquer you Pop my collar, beastin, and I told myself I honor you I got what you want and what she want now she can't fuck with you Swagger so abundant so reluctant when I nut in you Bet you love that shit but bitch no time to eat no lunch with you [Chorus: Lofty305] I Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now she callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin' on these niggas they gone keep ballin' Drop my bitch off on that corner 5 hours later now that bitch callin' I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins Be finessin on these niggas we gone keep ballin
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Credits
- Writers
- Ruben Slikk
- Lofty305