King Louie - Tom Ford lyrics

rate me

Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford

I don’t pop molly, I pop flesh and ratchets

(Let’s do it!)

More study rappers is some active bastards

Still it carries no probation, it was about the glasses

I spent stacks on glasses, took three flights to Paris

Ended up on… ‘em Jesus

My shoes got the…

My Kush smoke like hell run

Your bitch let a nigga smash, I just got a head done

I look so important with my time four zone

I live in the war zone, sis is high and icy

Bitch niggas don’t like me, only money excite me

God don’t look in my bright…

I’m no hope for my city

Really plug with the mob

Being real is my job

Rather be rich than famous

And I sleep with my bangers

Cause my dreams they be dangerous

Shawties, I let you see through

Jay-Z know my people

He bought a piece from Hebrew

I do your bitch like plans

I don’t pop, I money dance!

Huh, huh Ford, Tom Ford

Oh yeah, that’s Tom Ford

Rebel, rebel!

I said clap forward, nigga, with his rapping ass

Four stacks, I’m going forth, so whack his ass!

Clap forward, nigga, with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your cracking ass!

Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford

Send it up, it’s going down!

Do it here, she a queen, should get a crown!

Double cup, full of H town

It’s a real nigga, don’t get laid down!

Uh, uh, Ford, Ford!