Roxy reynolds

Letra de Roxy reynolds

Roxy reynolds (00, twin, 5, twin, I'm YVL, twin) I need thick shit, Roxy Reynolds (I need thick shit) Got a porn star, she a sex symbol (Porn, porn) YVL, you not the next member (YVL) I've been rollin' off X, timber (X, oh yeah) I'm the blueprint, this a new render (Yeah) I'm 'bout to eat it up, she on a plate (Ha) I'm goin' off, take Switch the exhaust, intake Pussy wan' link, I know you gon' flake Everything heavy, push major weight She not difficult, 'cause she easy, bae She not difficult, 'cause she easy to hit (Huh) I'm throwin' up B's, rely on this shit The clothes wear you, I own the fit Just poured up a four, camе with a switch She wanna wrestle, but I'm not Mitch Pill in my drank, look at it fizz I do not dancе, I'm not a fish Used to watch Mia Khalifa, not Wiz (Woah) In this bitch with Lone, yeah, we just poured up (Top Floor) I'm dozin' off, [had to tell her to crack?], yeah, I rosed up Can tell like you like, that's why how she frozed up These niggas be hoes, yeah (Monster, Young Vamp Life) This shit get scary like the month after September (Bitch) Came out the mud-mud-mud with my niggas (Sippin') I'm 'bout my paper, diamond rocks, my bitches scissor I'm tryna fit a whole damn pint in a two liter My ho too bad, she like to wrestle, call her Lita (Say 5) She bad and Spanish, whip a Rolls Royce, call her Rita (Yeah) I'm smokin' Colorado (Smokin' Colorado) I'm in Atlanta, 'bout to take a bitch to The Prado I gave her hammer, now she want me pay her car note (What else?) I got more spots than Winnie Harlow (Havin' spots) I got more spots than Winnie Harlow Racks fit the denim, racks stuffed in 'em, these cargo (Wh-wh-what?) Racks all on her, she a baddie, huh, I-I know Percocet got me itchin', yeah, I'm glitchin', I need hydro (Hydro) Hermès for my bitches, don't get it twisted, this not Alo (Alo) Saint Laurent Don, my bitch blonde like 2hollis (Yeah) Pull up, Rick Owens make a bitch holler Meet her at the hotel, all she know is swallow (Suck me, yeah) Goin' Gucci fur, real poppin' my collar Just left the Gucci show, I'm fuckin' a Gucci model (Oh, yeah, yeah) Just hit a Gucci ho built like a water bottle How can I not lead when I'm the one these niggas follow? (What?) How can I not lead when I'm the one these niggas follow? How can I not eat when all my niggas gotta—? (What the f***?) Hit 'em in the face with blick, I need that wallet (Yeah, what the f***?) Geeked up off them drugs, I'm on autopilot (Yeah, what the f***? Yeah)

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