Lil Van OTW - 550

Hop on a plane to far
Flying to Mars
That bitch hit me up wanna fuck she like my songs
Hop in a gtr 550 you know what I'm on
Hitting the dash going to quick yeah I'm skirting off
Rick Owen shoes garantee she fall in love
What you wanna do
Tell that bitch to suck me up
Margiela's blue
Yeah I'm a designer thug
Got the flu and I feel like throwing up
Counting the bills getting steady on me
V lone sweater wit a margiela tee
Get her nails done put that shorty on fleek
Shit get real wit the switchy on me
Shit get real wit the city on me
Shit to real got bitches on me
Shit not real need a milly on me
Shit to fake need a million me's
That's the only way to fix that
Hop on a plane to far
Flying to Mars
That bitch hit me up wanna fuck she like my songs
Hop in a gtr 550 you know what I'm on
Hitting the dash going to quick yeah I'm skirting off

Written by:
Caleb Marcotte

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