Peace Sign
Peace SignRick RossBuy for 1,29 €SubscribeSubscribe to Google Play Music and listen to this song and millions of other songs. First month free.LyricsHey girl, I'mma tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingHey girl, I'mma tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingLay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace signLay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace signWe can make it nasty, shave your head like CassieI be counting this moneyYou can get freaky while you're rolling my Cali
Fornication in the Fontainebleau4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to youI could spend it all, then spend a night with youBut I got too much of it, I'm just a flight awayShe a baller, we both shopping for the same brandsBail hard but they all call up 'bout our first nameI'ma change the bitch last nameDon't wanna hear stories about your last lameWe sippin' syrup in the fast laneWide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom dateI seen a brick in the 9th gradeSwerve up on a bitch and I might say
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingHey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingLay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace signLay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace signWe can make it nasty, shave your head like CassieI be counting this moneyYou can get freaky while you're rolling my Cali
We turn into the book of thugsSlip and slide in the kitchen while you cooking upI eat your pussy while your legs upFront to back, side to side, then I blow all in your buttShe say my life is like a true crimeOne time for Buddy Roe that nigga still ridin'So I fuck her like I'm locked upFor every young soldier that's boxed upHome boy snake straight fuck niggaThen it's time to cut him off, you can't fuck with himThese bitches like a gift to meSo I love the pussy that she gives to me
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingHey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingLay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace signLay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace signWe can make it nasty, shave your head like CassieI be counting this moneyYou can get freaky while you're rolling my Cali
She fell in love on the first dateKnow I'm getting money in the worst wayI'm the talk at all the barber shopsAnd you the one them hoes gossip 'boutFellatio you know I keep the pistol in her mouthFuck her with her shoes on all around the houseSometimes we talk and we both cryBoth make mistakes and we both lieHad a seizure once driving and she took the wheelFlew me to my mom's and she foot the billType of bitch that I would ride forGive or take a bullet, nigga, even die for her
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingHey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckingLay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace signLay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace signWe can make it nasty, shave your head like CassieI be counting this moneyYou can get freaky while you're rolling my Cali