Her Favourite

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fony Wallace, biatch!) Yeah, ayy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus] Her favorite letters VIP Her favorite color champagne pink Her ass so fat, that's how you know she mean Her ass so fat, no, she can't wear those jeans My life a movie, she like making scenes Yeah, ayy [Verse] Her favorite car a AMG She drink tequila on the rock and don't rock nothing without a double G I fuck her good 'til she say, "Cum in me" She know I ball, her man can't run with me Mr. Fuck Up The Club, then get it right back I send her home, she ain't got long, she coming right back She crack a smile, then light them eyes, I know she like that She got a nigga, I ain't trippin', he ain't like that I mix Rosé with Cîroc Jump some with a real one, I'm so real, support my block I only trust my mama, digi-scale, my plug, my Glock If I get in some shit, I call my niggas, not the cops I finger fuck the money but I like when your bitch watch Her favorite pill a RIP I know she toxic, all the lights inside her house is LED Her favorite word to hear is free Her favorite thing to do is me No, I can't tell but we gone see [Chorus] Her favorite letters VIP Her favorite color champagne pink Her ass so fat, that's how you know she mean Her ass so fat, no, she can't wear those jeans My life a movie, she like making scenes Her favorite letters VIP Her favorite color champagne pink Her ass so fat, that's how you know she mean Her ass so fat, no, she can't wear those jeans My life a movie, she like making scenes