Turn ya savage up and lose ya feelings
You can ask Tommy, Hilfiger it out!
Too lit to quit
Soul over ego
We got that love, the crazy kind
but my personality is lit
I only ever wrote letters to the ocean, the stars and you
No guts, no Glory
Forever is composed of nows
Let the good times roll!
I do a thing called “What I want”
Doing the most, saying the least
Keep looking, I’m doing good
Dont’try to follow me. I am already lost
We serve drinks cheaper and colder than your EX.
I walked in dripping sauce
And I’ll pick up these broken pieces till I am bleeding
You are a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat.
In a room of arts, I would still stare at you.
I am fucking gold, you can prefer Silver and it’s okay.
Get you a Me, I am LIT.
I am not picky, I just know what I want.
Braless is flawless.
I come with a side of trouble, but I know that’s why you are staying
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane.
If you ran like your mouth, you would be in good shape.
Bitch I want to slap you, but in which face I don’t know.
I accept my time, back in cash.
Skinny waist, pretty face
off guard, but on point!
classy…little fake sassy
sum like a trophy
keeping it 1, double 0
silent but deadly
