- KILLY finer things 歌詞
- KILLY
- Tryna make her dance, make her do-si-do
Heart on froze, they sub-zero
The kids in the back, I gave them hope
Never really did what I was told
Did what I want, just didn′t fold
Hardly hear the hate from the side of the globe
Spot no fake inside my soul
Pouring up the pain in my Styrofoam
Fell in love with the finer things
The finer things, the finer things (yeah)
Stars align when the mandem toast
Pinky ring kinda like Pluto
This designer taste, designer taste, designer taste (yeah)
I 'm the same man that you know
Straps on my pants, not no Velcro (yeah)
Hate shaking up with CEO′s
For some reason they have problems with me, but I don't really know
He probably seen his daughter with me
Oh my God, I love getting smoked
It's a little too late, should′ve bought it from me
Should′ve put it all in, line it from me (yeah)
Could've but the ho go mind right on me
In my country I′m Trudeau (yeah)
Walk out the Dolce store (Dolce store)
This is the life that I chose
Walking the road, I'm in control
My Danier coat two-tone
My bitch, she bad to the bone
In my Christian bitin′ up the bones (yeah )
And I'm two blocks down from home (yeah)
I′ma turn up like this day doomsday
Got the club goin' up, like Tuesday
CBC, it was me and Michael Bublé
Shook my hand, told me I was too swagged
See me on TV, now I'm important
Red carpet and the fans are recordin′
Bestfriend name is Robert Gordon
My ex keep callin′, now I ignore her
Sunday morning I was eatin' on porridge
Swamp in my cup of course I′ma pour it (what? What? Yeah)
Had two pups I walk every morning
Now I'm big dawg in the hills, in the fortress
Hundred band jugg for a two minute chorus
Mixin′ the seal made a lil', made more of it
Two in the one, I had to import it
Jeff Gordon, hop in, I′ma floor it
Tryna make her dance , make her do-si-do
Heart on froze, they sub-zero
The kids in the back, I gave them hope
Never really did what I was told
Did what I want, just didn't fold
Hardly hear the hate from the side of the globe
Spot no fake inside my soul
Pouring up the pain in my Styrofoam
Fell in love with the finer things
The finer things, the finer things (yeah)
Stars align when the mandem toast
Pinky ring kinda like Pluto
This designer taste, designer taste, designer taste (yeah)
I'm the same man that you know
Straps on my pants, not no Velcro (yeah)
I′m the same man that you know
Straps on my pants, not no-
Fell in love with the finer things
The finer things, the finer things
Stars align when the mandem toast
Pinky ring kinda like
This, this designer taste, designer taste, designer taste
I′m the same man that you know
Straps on my pants, not no Velcro
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