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Riff Raff – GALLON OF CiROC lyrics
I just drank a gallon of ciroc
I just spent 200 hundred on my drop
I just hit the beach and lost my top
I just crowd surfed and lost my watch
White sheets like an oriental dove
I speak polish, Portuguese and rock club
I might sign a symphony to rock the neon gloves
I might buy a Shark if push comes to shove
More guns then the Alamo
Tic Tack toe
I can do a stage show way in Tokyo
They don't know what I said but they understand the Kilo Rope (kilo of gold necklace)
The carnation rolls Royce wasn't even my first choice
I dam near lost my voice when I was screaming at you decoys
You gotta stop copy
Versace molly wopped me
I done fell asleep in the Plum Mazerati
Throw the keys to valet and take my shirt off
I might move to Florida just play golf
Bourbon on a blade like a ceiling fan
I can wave my hand way in Pakistan
When I wave high don't assume, I'm jumpin fly
I do my day to day with Versace on my eye
It's two different lives
If I was Egyptian spy
If I was a real human I would have at least 3 wives
But I'm not, it's too complicated
The Cadillac keeps me Escaladed
Dolce Gabbana keeps me shaded
I shoulda played for yankeees the way I diamonds on my tooth
I can work the wood like The Baby Ruth coupe
I coulda played for the hawks but I don't like to talk
I waltz in the club with bout 3 or 4 Glocks
I just spent 200 hundred on my drop
I just hit the beach and lost my top
I just crowd surfed and lost my watch
White sheets like an oriental dove
I speak polish, Portuguese and rock club
I might sign a symphony to rock the neon gloves
I might buy a Shark if push comes to shove
More guns then the Alamo
Tic Tack toe
I can do a stage show way in Tokyo
They don't know what I said but they understand the Kilo Rope (kilo of gold necklace)
The carnation rolls Royce wasn't even my first choice
I dam near lost my voice when I was screaming at you decoys
You gotta stop copy
Versace molly wopped me
I done fell asleep in the Plum Mazerati
Throw the keys to valet and take my shirt off
I might move to Florida just play golf
Bourbon on a blade like a ceiling fan
I can wave my hand way in Pakistan
When I wave high don't assume, I'm jumpin fly
I do my day to day with Versace on my eye
It's two different lives
If I was Egyptian spy
If I was a real human I would have at least 3 wives
But I'm not, it's too complicated
The Cadillac keeps me Escaladed
Dolce Gabbana keeps me shaded
I shoulda played for yankeees the way I diamonds on my tooth
I can work the wood like The Baby Ruth coupe
I coulda played for the hawks but I don't like to talk
I waltz in the club with bout 3 or 4 Glocks
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