Wrapped up Songtext
von Sickboyrari
Wrapped up Songtext
Only sliding with twins, that my glimes for sure
Pucci frames on, ′cause I'm geeked on the low
Slime-like step with wetness, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin′ on Forgis, tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh, let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang, gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
And I shed a tear, dirty cup filled up
I'm all wrapped up like the Taliban boys
Them boys have doves, I ain′t playing for sure
Hoppin′ out, we wrapped up, throw the bands on the floor
Only sliding with twins, that my glimes for sure
Pucci frames on, cause I'm geeked on the low
Slime-like step with wetness, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin′ on Forgis, tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh, let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang, gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
Pucci frames on, ′cause I'm geeked on the low
Slime-like step with wetness, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin′ on Forgis, tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh, let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang, gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
And I shed a tear, dirty cup filled up
I'm all wrapped up like the Taliban boys
Them boys have doves, I ain′t playing for sure
Hoppin′ out, we wrapped up, throw the bands on the floor
Only sliding with twins, that my glimes for sure
Pucci frames on, cause I'm geeked on the low
Slime-like step with wetness, popping out freak show
Porsche sittin′ on Forgis, tires screechin' though
They gone talk, uh, let them say what they want
30 shots, they can play if they want
Pop out like creatures with the gang, gang gang
In the field, blow that scarecrow away
Dirty racks up, but I still got pain
And I shed a tear, in the field like the war
Writer(s): Jonathan Hernandez, Sickboi Rari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com