Got Her Thirsty (War Chief) lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus]
Soon as you pop out, pop out, they gon' clone you
Kickin’ in Louis V, they call me royal
Pretty ass feet, tell me where that [?]
[?] and taggin' toes, coppin' Rollies
Patek got her thirsty
Money got her thirsty
Bands got her thirsty
Cartier got her thirsty
I got [?] my style
I got a bad b*tch rollin’ my loud
I got them regular [?] from the South
Can't put my shoes, and I hit on the couch

[Verse 1]
Put [?] and then I went out
I f*cked around on the loco
[?] flying [?]
I done put with Molly and [?]
Had that plastic wrapped in the duffle
I'm a player, I'm sellin' like a drug lord
Havin' these b*tches ain't nothin', I made her [?]
She comin’ through for Pluto whenеver I need it
I’m not the guy committed to you
Takin' my timе when I’m hittin' on you
Pucci'd down in the igloo
Goyard, what you into
I walk around, a bag inside of my bag
They wanna count me out 'cause I’m making 'em mad
The last time I did it was 28 cash
Coughing good pus*y when it's exclusive
Exotic rollin' exotic, feel the blue cheese
[Chorus]
Soon as you pop out, pop out, they gon' clone you
Kickin' in Louis V, they call me royal
Pretty ass feet, tell me where that [?]
[?] and taggin' toes, coppin' Rollies
Patek got her thirsty
Money got her thirsty
Bands got her thirsty
Cartier got her thirsty
I got [?] my style
I got a bad b*tch rollin' my loud
I got them regular [?] from the South
Can't put my shoes, and I hit on the couch

[Bridge]
Audemar got her thirsty
I wanna f*ck on her bestie
Southside got 32 diamond teeth, look like a war chief
Pourin' tec, and you gotta sip it like it's coffee
Homicide, leave the opps dead in a coffin

[Verse 2]
He started, hit that brr on that lil bitty b*tch
I just counted up a brr on that lil bitty b*tch
Put a whole damn bird on her pretty lil wrist
When we came through and prr, and them n*ggas ain't gettin' sh*t
Take that lock off my safe
That's a really big bar
We don't f*ck with ace of spades
Goin' back, Chris [?]
Got baguettes to my left, and it's pathetic
She slobbin' on my diamonds
She can't help it
[Chorus]
Soon as you pop out, pop out, they gon' clone you
Kickin' in Louis V, they call me royal
Pretty ass feet, tell me where that [?]
[?] and taggin' toes, coppin' Rollies
Patek got her thirsty
Money got her thirsty
Bands got her thirsty
Cartier got her thirsty
I got [?] my style
I got a bad b*tch rollin' my loud
I got them regular [?] from the South
Can't put my shoes, and I hit on the couch

[Outro]
Audemar got her thirsty
I wanna f*ck on her bestie
Homicide, leave the opps dead in a coffin
Pourin' tec, and you gotta sip it like it's coffee
Southside got 32 diamond teeth, look like a war chief