Letra de Locks From Tiffany - Rylo Rodriguez

She had her own jewelry before I had met her, her 41 Patek was on the way

She know I ain’t Adrien Broner I’m having this shit and I’m not fucking up the pape

I’m shooting you currency you don’t ask me for it, I’m glad to give you some money

I gifted you bracelets they wasn’t basic, it had the locks of Tiffany and Company

Going ghost, you deleted your apps with social media bae

I’m perfect attendance with all your favors, who been absent? all your friends

I don’t know why you hanging round them

For mess they all stir up

Ain’t fitting in her jeans, cause she thick like my syrup

I put her in ice, treat her just like my syrup

Dopeboy shut her up we ain’t going federal on my end

I’m fucking with all your tattoos you putting in your skin

You too spoiled every time you post it’s different Kelly hanging off your hand

Your stomach done growled again

I’m feeding her pills again

You sending me pics again

I left my double cup inside ya Benz

She a G6 champion [?] and I’m inspired

(I can’t explain)

Double cup music, double cup music, double cup music, double cup music

It make the best music

Let’s fuck music, let’s fuck music

I’m pouring codeine in the back of your pic

Let’s fuck to music next time that you here

She was on my watch, I ain’t ghost her like sci-fi

Floating off on a big yacht, but we so far we need WiFi

Soon as your friends leave, I’m fucking you up

She don’t even dance no more, she bossed up

She named her dog “ONYX” just like the club

She went crushed ice, I keep her close like my cup

(Like my syrup, just like my syrup)

Double cup music, double cup music, double cup music, double cup music

It make the best music

Let’s fuck music, let’s fuck music

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