Princess Cuts (feat. Young T & Bugsey) - Headie One

Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me I can't fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy Pain in my membrane, the roads in my memories Thinking 'bout my nigga, I had to dropped a likkle Hennessy Remember when I blast a gun charge in the secondary Mourning, now I'm pourin' red rum, in the cemetery No legal debate, my QC's got chemistry Miraculously in the streets, like Sesame We at a dinner but my OT bitch bellin' me Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery She was movin' pattern but my boo ting' stressin' me Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary Bark it, I can't drop it cah the polly and the press on me I was gonna bruck it but my codie wasn't lettin' me Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee Can I get a lead from all my ladies? I got Louis on my laces I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah Dealings, dealings In the Lamb' truck with my demons She freaky, teach me Lean on me, yeah Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me Ayy, what's up? We makin' her lay down Stick right on me, I give her like ten thou' Cop a pistol, brodie, he bury the tre pound I'ma meet K, here from the fifth, the H-Town When she shake the bed, give me a lick now I'ma rock you, mayne, you need to take pride in you The pure, the Cali, the diesel too sour, yeah We know how to bake, we whip a egg flour with you Born winner, the opposite of a gentleman Remember when I used to eat baked beans for dinner Done up bait tease, like, "Say cheese, my nigga" And in the A3, she ate me forever I'ma share you Porcello, we make a dream team Tell me how did you fit in your Billie Jean jeans? Cop the Christian Dior, I love a bee sting Coochie wet as a shore, it took a beating Can I get a lead from all my ladies? I got Louis on my laces I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah Dealings, dealings In the Lamb' truck with my demons She freaky, teach me Lean on me, yeah Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me

Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped (yeah) Know she want dark, told her, "Meet me at the top" Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather Neck froze like I don't know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they leather Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like I'm Busta Rhymes Young T Bugsey A long time the people a meh hear from me at all Another murderation in the first degree Come on! Man you get cuff Oh you're gwammin so much Oh you're so fluff City boi we turn up baby all of them are bluff Only part we about, you no say that we nuff Gyalest thing See them fill up on us Had to make every denim, and diggin out your guts Fucking up your weave, me know you need a brush She come fi cocky again, because it is a must (trust) Look on chune trifery adjust Like somebody did a killa, the way that she-a cuss Frame 'em to them filla, from every nut she bust Fuck it like gorilla, make that put on me plush (Busta Bust) Some well like move like them a dance No one I'm not me talk them, for run off fidi guns Relax your liquor sulk boi, don't fuck people fun Before you and your friend die, just know I ain't the one Done Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Flood my ice, make a ho' blush Back at the tour bus, gettin' caught up DSquared got 'em distressed, gotta hand wash New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box Keep my stripes, no cuffs Pull up in a new plate and she might just She weren't tryna move bait when our eyes locked New tints on the coupé, that's her head lost Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs Count my sums, this is gonna get long Love my green, I'm tryna get strong Tryna get bun, where I'm from, it's on Yes, man don't take no dumb, threats They see funds, they hop, fence We been up, not up next Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough