Celine (Remix)

Текст песни Tory Lanez & Remy Ma & Mr Papers - Celine (Remix)

Word around the town is that we movin' yeah
From the boogie down they call me shoot you yeah
No more puttin' shooters in the Uber's yeah
'Cos we can't hop back in 'em when we shoot you yeah
(Remy ma)

We the dream team bought me a new Celine, Celine
Our relationship is ill nah I really mean it's mean
We got us a housekeeper so I ain't gotta clean a thing
But I polish his knob
Nah I really clean the thing

I call him the king, the king
He call me the queen, the queen
And he got a big gun you don't want that thing to sing
Pop on instinct he ain't even mean to swing
He got birds, he got chicken I ain't talking wings 'n things

Vacation, shop when we get there I ain't gotta bring a thing
Ma, you a side bitch you ain't never seen a ring
Nigga you was PC you ain't never seen the bing
He got cake, he got ice you ain't never seen the ream

Always talkin' commas when I flood it with teks
Diamond is drippin' all them visions you wear (Waoh, waoh)
New Ferrari 458 on the dash
That little mama, she tryna fuck for a cheque

New Celine, Celine (Waoh, waoh)
Celine, Celine, Celine
But I'm 'bout to fuck all this (Ay)
I got the lean, the lean (Ay)

New Celine, Celine
Celine, Celine, Celine
But I'm 'bout to fuck all this rapper now
I got the lean, the lean
Uhh, papers

Eyy, purple sprite inside my lean cup
If she fuck me right she could get a Celine cluth
Damn, the last time that Remy left that day room (Ha)
Shit, I was rockin' Versace shades in the shade room

And when I did 120 to the mansion with a bitch in the back seat
Boy you handsome
They say money grow on trees (Trees)
So your things got branches (Damn)

And the Louis covered Cavalli
The gucci cover her body the coochie smell like Givenchy
I had dreams of gettin' heads in the back of Buggati's
Or nightmares of getting shot in the back of a Rari

I'm sorry, I felt like Mike in that DeLorean (Lorean)
On those lames, I switched lanes and I brought Tory in

Always talkin' commas when I flood it with teks
Diamond is drippin' all them visions you wear (Waoh, waoh)
New Ferrari 458 on the dash (Skrr)
That little mama, she tryna fuck for a cheque

New Celine, Celine
Celine, Celine, Celine
But I'm 'bout to fuck all this
I got the lean, the lean

New Celine, Celine
Celine, Celine, Celine (Oh-oh)
But I'm 'bout to fuck all this
I got the lean, the lean
Uhh