Letra de Conor Mcgregor - D-Block Europe

Ski, oh

I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea

'Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave

We load 'em up, PPKs on caller, Addison Lee

I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (Ya dig?)

I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather

These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em

Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin

Thick chick, little rude chick

Kinda cute chick, parents rich, lit (Uh)

You know the world can't know a nigga's whereabouts (Nah)

Straight off the plane to a five-star suite

Darlin', you can let your hair down (Yeah)

We go Tiffany, in Tiffany, you here now

My boy grew locs, now he look like Wiz

Let it lock in the pot, get did

Pretty girl put filler in her lip

I'ma stay with the gang, gorillas in the mist (Uh)

DXP cigarillo (Ski)

This chain on freeze, sub-zero (Yeah)

Mother-in-law, I said, "Hello

I'm the one for this queen, I'm the hero"

I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea

'Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave

We load 'em up, PPKs on caller, Addison Lee

I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah

I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather (Ya dig?)

These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em

Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin

She already know I'm gettin' money by the way that they greet us (Yeah)

So much ice, my nose is gettin' runny, they thought that they freeze us (Yeah, yeah)

I'm talkin' white sandal, honey, thirty degrees, huh (Ya dig?)

I gave 'em the rap plan, lil' buddy, how could he need us? (Like, how?)

What do you see? I see the Virgil clouds or the paint and that's it on the tee (Yeah)

What do you mean? I see the LVV with the scene that mix with Supreme (Ya dig?)

All gold Rollie match with the golden horse

Came from the trench and my mop got MoBo awards

Darlin', throw them balloons in the bin, put some E on your tongue

Freaky bitch from Australia put some E up her bum

Black girl from South London want some weed in her lungs

White girl from Manny screamin', "DBE," she in love

I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea

'Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave

We load 'em up, PPKs on caller, Addison Lee

I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah

I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (Ya dig?)

I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather

These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em

Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin

Don't talk about money, you're broke

I could easily switch you up now and go put you back on that twenty, twenty and twenty, if you want

But all I want is a, "Thank you"

Or even a little dance

You're welcome

Even a little dance

Dance for me

And don't look me in the eye when you dance

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