Listen to Model by Plies

Model

Plies

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Plies
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Plies
Plies
Songwriter
L. Douglas
L. Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Pedersen
Brian Pedersen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glen Schick
Glen Schick
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
fatboi
fatboi
Producer
Bryan Tyson
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

How ya'll say it up north? No homo I looked in the mirror this morning, bro And I said I'm finna give this rapping shit up, bro Bitch, I look too handsome to be rapping Bitch, I'm a model Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q starter Everything I do watch these other niggas follow Bitch, I'm a model, no nigga hotter Later on tonight I'm fucking somebody's daughter I look so good, good, good, good, good And I am from the hood, hood, hood, hood, hood These hoes pouring love, love, love, love, love My gear is off the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook I look like a model, 7 days a week I am too clean, hell na, I can't speak 12 hundred on the jeans, 5 hundred on the feet 3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each 400 20 thousand, I can show you the receipt You can tell how I walk, I was made for T.V. You can tell by the jewels, I am somebody I am the sharpest nigga living, who the fuck you supposed to be Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q starter Everything I do watch these other niggas follow Bitch, I'm a model, no nigga hotter Later on tonight I'm fucking somebody's daughter Look like I am on the run, run, run, run way And I am the shit what else the fuck I'm posed to say You can catch me in that Maserati later on today With 200 thou worth of jewelry on, ok And who is my designer? I don't really wanna say And I only do 40 when I'm on the highway So you can see that candy, candy, candy candy, spray And I want you to see this handsome, handsome, handsome face And I had hoes way before I was rich But now that I got money I got millions I can pick 'Cause money make most of these broads fuck quick And I am so fly I can't help it Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q starter Everything I do watch these other niggas follow Bitch, I'm a model, no nigga hotter Later on tonight I'm fucking somebody's daughter I need to be on the cover of a fucking magazine 'Cause I am the handsomest nigga you fucking seen I am so dope put me on the triple beam Ammo on my waste I got them racks up in my jeans Call me Mr. Lysol the boy is so clean Catch me in the club you would think I'm on a bean I am really loaded 60, 000 in my jeans And I feel safe, I got shooters on my team Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q starter Everything I do watch these other niggas follow Bitch, I'm a model, no nigga hotter Later on tonight I'm fucking somebody's daughter
Writer(s): Algernod Washington, Ladamon Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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