CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Met Gala
(Riding, lowkey, n***as think they know me)
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me)
B*t*h, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair b*t*h
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, b*t*h, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me
I don't got a problem with it, think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend, and went and bought some jeans
And my b*t*h a fashion fiend, f**k that, I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala, every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed, got this bad b*t*h, she a teaser
Glick on me, I up that sh*t, and that f**k n***a freeze up
And they take my swag for free, I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' b*t*h a eater, f**k her, and then I leave her
B*t*h, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair b*t*h
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, b*t*h, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me)
B*t*h, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair b*t*h
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, b*t*h, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me
I don't got a problem with it, think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend, and went and bought some jeans
And my b*t*h a fashion fiend, f**k that, I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala, every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed, got this bad b*t*h, she a teaser
Glick on me, I up that sh*t, and that f**k n***a freeze up
And they take my swag for free, I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' b*t*h a eater, f**k her, and then I leave her
B*t*h, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick, got a blonde hair b*t*h
On the east side, we spinnin' out, we swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out, got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey, fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room, but I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, b*t*h, yeah, I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar b*t*h, she tryna come and suck the soul out me
