Socorro LeRoux - Credit Cards
Pull up in this bitch we den designer marinara boyz
Watch the haters fade away like numbers on yo credit card
Saucing on yo hoe I swipe her from you like a credit card
Got her gassed up I make her feel like we at Marathon
Man listen, I’m just out here tryna live like 5 Friday’s and a Saturday
These nigas be cappin for that blue app
They don’t do it for real
We do it FOR REAAA
Bitch u know I’m dope gon and throw me on that stove
Aye and Bitch I bring the thunder like Luwawu Cabarrot
See me ridin wit my woes
See me sliding to my goals
I’m not coolin witcho bitch because I heard that hoe was broke oh
No we can not kick it cuz it hurts to stub my toe
Old McDonald, finger fuck her on a farm like e i o
Now this niga hit my phone
Ask me have u seen my hoe
Bitch u Ken I’m GI Joe
Bitch I Red light green light go
Aye I’m grinding like a hoe
Til my neck and wrist is froze
And that hoe pull out her camera, stand next to me strike a pose
I got pull and I got hoes
I’m a bull but the goat
Tell the truth I’m not like most
And they like rules cuz they be broke
Always keep a bad one and she go for me regardless
Always keep the strap on me cuz deez nigas is heartless
Deez nigas is finished and I’m barely getting started
I be killin em soft fully ya know I go the hardest
Pull up in this bitch we dem designer marinara boyz
Watch the haters fade away like numbers on yo credit card
Saucing on yo hoe I swipe her from you like a credit card
Got her gassed up I make her feel like we at Marathon
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