CANADIAN TUX Songtext
von Devin Malik
CANADIAN TUX Songtext
I′m workin' on dyin′
Rockin' that denim on denim, that's that Canadian tux (shit)
No matter how many times I hit it, that hoe, she still wanna fuck
Triple seven, triple text, Taylor won′t say no to drugs (damn)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up? Aye
Rockin' that denim on denim (shit) that′s that Canadian tux (shit)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (shit)
Triple seven, triple text (hey) Taylor won't say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up?
I don't even care about the weather
Every day, I rock Bottega Veneta
Summertime, but I′m still rockin' that sweater
Rockstar lifestyle, got that jacket with leather
Uh, my new bitch, yeah, she a model
So еveryday, we go shoppin' together
Call me Mr. Put That Shit On
Even since pockets was light as a feather
Uh, they think this lifestyle easy
Even though they could never just achieve it, uh
Start to wonder why they hatin′
All I had to do was give ′em a reason, huh
Nowadays, everyone changin'
Everyone changin′ on me like the seasons
If I hit this ho she gon' tell
I guess that′s life when you at the Four Seasons, huh
A 100k, that just cost me a month
I got more bread than they servin' for lunch
The lil′ body Bentley just isn't enough
When I get up l'ma need me that truck
When I get up, man, I promise it′s stuck
And I′ll do it again just to show it ain't luck
Swervin′ the coupe with the trunk in the front
Run up an M in Canadian (ah)
Rockin' that denim on denim (huh) that′s that Canadian tux (tux)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (fuck)
Triple seven, triple text (text) Taylor won't say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up? Aye (we still goin' up)
Rockin' that denim on denim, that′s that Canadian tux (tux)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (fuck)
Triple seven, triple text (hey) Taylor won′t say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin' up? (we still goin′ up)
Oh, sure
Oh, sure
Oh, sure
Rockin' that denim on denim, that's that Canadian tux (shit)
No matter how many times I hit it, that hoe, she still wanna fuck
Triple seven, triple text, Taylor won′t say no to drugs (damn)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up? Aye
Rockin' that denim on denim (shit) that′s that Canadian tux (shit)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (shit)
Triple seven, triple text (hey) Taylor won't say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up?
I don't even care about the weather
Every day, I rock Bottega Veneta
Summertime, but I′m still rockin' that sweater
Rockstar lifestyle, got that jacket with leather
Uh, my new bitch, yeah, she a model
So еveryday, we go shoppin' together
Call me Mr. Put That Shit On
Even since pockets was light as a feather
Uh, they think this lifestyle easy
Even though they could never just achieve it, uh
Start to wonder why they hatin′
All I had to do was give ′em a reason, huh
Nowadays, everyone changin'
Everyone changin′ on me like the seasons
If I hit this ho she gon' tell
I guess that′s life when you at the Four Seasons, huh
A 100k, that just cost me a month
I got more bread than they servin' for lunch
The lil′ body Bentley just isn't enough
When I get up l'ma need me that truck
When I get up, man, I promise it′s stuck
And I′ll do it again just to show it ain't luck
Swervin′ the coupe with the trunk in the front
Run up an M in Canadian (ah)
Rockin' that denim on denim (huh) that′s that Canadian tux (tux)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (fuck)
Triple seven, triple text (text) Taylor won't say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin′ up? Aye (we still goin' up)
Rockin' that denim on denim, that′s that Canadian tux (tux)
No matter how many times I hit it, that ho, she still wanna fuck (fuck)
Triple seven, triple text (hey) Taylor won′t say no to drugs (hey)
How we at the top floor of this bitch, but we still goin' up? (we still goin′ up)
Oh, sure
Oh, sure
Oh, sure
Writer(s): Devin Williams, Richard Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com