Lyrics

Three blondes on the coast Scoop them up and I'm ghost Red head in the front Side-view of my ride Blacked out both sides Cops keep leaving notes Nose-bleed in the nosebleeds Bitch mad that she know me I didn't know what I didn't know, yeah baby-girl that's the old me Drum harder than a wife-beat White Nikes and a white T With bleached hair and white meat You sight me? then sight me Go ahead and step back Shoot a three, like imp one with a two-tap Pump fake like a shotty held by your set Told boy with the bands, put the b-hands up, Goddamn, need a money mind reset Two ounce on the dash while the whip flash In a good fashion, fuck, where the lights at Three blondes on the coast Scoop them up and I'm ghost Red head in the front Side-view of my ride Blacked out both sides Cops keep leaving notes Can't keep writing speeches for these ceremonies Bottle service yes, it's just a mandatory I wanna see you try to make it farther for me I don't think my struggle made this harder for me My detail like my bitch, man its overboard Tell your other man, it's over for him Lost a couple people, but I'm smarter for it Foreigns in my future, need a charter for it Three blondes on the coast Scoop them up and I'm ghost Red head in the front Side-view of my ride Blacked out both sides Cops keep leaving notes
Writer(s): Zachary Hitson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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