Bichon Frise lyrics

[Chorus]
Arms fold by the door I wanna go
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold
Ol' girl hole ’bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I'ma fold
sh*t got sick, n*gga, sh*t got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil' Bichon Frise
Put a b*tch on freeze while I push this snow
(Perico!)

[Verse 1]
I’m grindin' b*tch join in or shut up
You don't wanna work lil' ho lick nut up
Whole lotta snow on the table need cut up (Yeah, hmm)
Walk in yo' sh*t its Chucky Cheese rat casino
Lame ass n*ggas in Vans and chinos
None of these n*ggas got hands and we know
None of these n*ggas got bands and we know
None of these n*ggas got a chance in hell of making these C-notes (Yeah)
I don't run, I reload
I call fun a kilo
I buy guns on Pico
All my funds illegal
Hate n*ggas in peacoats
[Chorus]
Arms fold by thе door I wanna go
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out hеr clothes
If she whisper in my ear I’ma fold
sh*t got sick, n*gga, sh*t got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil’ Bichon Frise
Put a b*tch on freeze while I push this snow
(Perico!)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, my whole face in some powder, hey
I like money gunpowder, hey
These n*ggas they some cowards, hey
Y'all was playing with sticks in the mud
I was selling that flower, ayy
Dreaming ’bout horsepower, ayy
Beating up cakes and V8's
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thinking 'bout f*cking these hoes in they face
All I know is Fargo and Chase
And turning some cargo into some base
Walk in this b*tch better call me your grace
Walk in this bit' wit a sword and a mace
Don’t get too comfortable in your place
Most of you n*ggas easy to replace
[Chorus]
Arms fold by the door I wanna go (Yeah)
Princess cuts in my ear I am cold (Yeah)
Ol' girl hole 'bout to fall out her clothes
If she whisper in my ear I'ma fold
sh*t got sick, n*gga, sh*t got old
Might quit rap get rich off blow
Buy myself a lil' Bichon Frise
Put a b*tch on freeze while I push this snow