Countdemrolls lyrics

She on go
She on go
She on go

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Fendi toe
Fendi toe
Fendi toe

I spend a bag every time I hit the store

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She on go
She on go
She on go

I spend a bag every time I go
I was just f*cking all on yo hoe

I might ride that coupe
I'm like who are you
I might shoot yo crew
I might snatch that roof
That b*tch wanna f*ck on me, cus I be the truth
That b*tch wanna rock my tee, come see what it do
I got all the celery, all my cheese be blue
I know that you Prada me, wanna f*ck the crew
I know that they follow me, but I think its cool
I think that I might be sick, b*tch I got the flu
I just caught the Holy Ghost
She look who are you
I put Gucci on my toe
But you knew that tho
I was f*cking on yo hoe
Now she call you bro
I don't get it for the high
Get it for the low

She on go
She on go
She on go

Countdemrolls
Countdemrolls
Countdemrolls

Fendi toe
Fendi toe
Fendi toe

I spend a bag every time I hit the store

Countdemrolls
Countdemrolls
Countdemrolls
She on go
She on go
She on go

I spend a bag every time I go
I was just f*cking all on yo hoe