40Thousand - Skripperella lyrics

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My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella

My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella

My skripperella

Cocaine - she sniffed up a blizzard

8 ball in her pockets like she playing billiards

Gucci boots, six inch heel on ‘em

Murakami bag with the eel on it

Hella hoes at my shows like a track meet

In a foreign whip, blowing on that hashish

Got your baby momma in the backseat

Your girlfriend in the passenger

Two cups, I hit the Actavis

Left my ex bitch and got a badder bitch

Her head game is immaculate

Two Cs be on her bags and shit

Black and blue whip, Orlando magic shit

The trunk is in the front, the doors go up, it’s like a magic trick

My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella

My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella

My skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

And she trap in the rain, balmain umbrella

1999 beige Gucci leather

Marc Jacobs water boots

And plus her weave is waterproof

I pour a four up, mix it with soda

Bag up weed, call up fiends on the Motorola

She mix the sour diesel with the OJ

Bussin stupid licks on a throwaway

I’m like Tina Turner on stage, nigga

Ludacris with the braids, nigga

Max B saying wave, 2Pac out the grave

Feds watching it, could be my only sale

So I go hard like Dipset when Jim Jones had the pony tail

I’m like Master P as a wrestler

Cocaine sales on the cellular

Loud packs like it’s regular

You smell me, I got money on

Fluttered stones

So I go hard like Adebisi with the toothpick and the skully on

My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella

My skripperella

Baby, you my skripperella

Glass loubs on her feets like she Cinderella

My skripperella

Yeah, baby, my skripperella

She rolling my cigarellas

Balmain umbrella