Austin Hitte - Fine Women

One two three go
Whoah slick with it
Sing a little tune and a bitch come with it
Im on the move hit the city with A mission
I pop out the cut tell em switch my vision
Nah dawg you cant come kick it
We get money over here
Spend my time winnin'
King shit tell em count my riches
All of my blunts rolled by fine women
Yeah
Bad bitches feed me grapes no kidd
Roll the window down homie light my swish
I ain't gotta flex cause they bite my shit
I dont want the sex baby bye
That's It
Like ooooo
Plannin' out my day got something to do
Hit a ten from the back
Cut a song at the stu
Make a little bit of cheddar
Just to buy me some food
Cause the boy been hungry yeah
But I ain't buyin ice ive been savin my money
Bet by summer time a mothafucka get up
But when yall shit melt
A mothafucka get ugly
We stayin cool over here
Where the champagne is bubbly we dip out of the function
All of my backwoods is russian
Cold war flow beat em to the moon rocks in the function
Whoah slick with it
Sing a little tune and a bitch come with it
Im on the move hit the city with A mission
I pop out the cut tell em switch my vision
Nah dawg you cant come kick it
We get money over here
Spend my time winnin'
King shit tell em count my riches
All of my blunts rolled by fine women
Yeah
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled
All of my blunts is rolled

Written by:
Austin Hitte

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