Discographie
Faith
Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake, now, it’s Philippe’s
It’s Philippe’s for the steak and hella thots up in the Wraith
I can’t wife that thot, tell that bitch, « Get out of my face »
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
If I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or a bae for the night, you not my wife
Meet the Woo II
The judge like, « Why you actin’ like a dick? »
I said, « I’m movin’ like I’m Steven Vic »
Meet the Woo
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a ‘Rari