Paroles de I Go
Good mornin' (Good mornin')I go, I go, shit popper (Okay), ah
I go Timbs (I go Timbs)
The butter motherfuckers (The butter motherfuckers)
I go Creed skinny jeans on a boy, yeah, no kiddin' me
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure, IDuudit)
Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (Water)
And article pieces, caught on arrival (Shit)
I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (Uh-huh)
I go real diamond boy like Johnny (Diamond boy)
I go Mark Cuban, ballin' and rich (Man, what?)
Patek and water, I'm cold on a bitch (Too smooth)
I go celibate, get off my dick (Get off)
Two scoop ice cream how I'm hittin' a lick (Goddamn)
I go anemic, my iron tucked low in this shirt (That's what?)
I go Mexican, put in the work (Go what?)
Go Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (Uh-huh)
Go deep in that field like football turf (Shit)
Go rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (Big-ass jeans) Press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')
I go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots
Or jorts with the cookout sandals (Damn)
I go old school Chevy (Skrrt)
My bitch a stallion like Megan (Like who?)
I go stalk in your house (Uh-huh)
Weight watchin', I go Jenny Craig (PB, what you do?)
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
I go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots
Ho tryna blow me like a flute
I hit up Chance, give me a fade
Bitches textin' my phone, tellin' me I'm cute
I go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit
I go Amiri jacket, matchin' shoes
I go Call of Duty for the loot
X went Lam' truck, so I went coupe (Oh, oh)
I go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler
Nigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper
Bitch, I'ma go chopper, I'm not finna squabble
I go Italian, cookin' this pasta
I go big, diamonds colossal
I go skiin' in some Dior goggles
I go track in the town for the joggers
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure, IDuudit)
Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (Water)
And article pieces, caught on arrival (Shit)
I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (Uh-huh)
I go real diamond boy like Johnny (Diamond boy)
I go Mark Cuban, ballin' and rich (Man, what?)
Patek and water, I'm cold on a bitch (Too smooth)
I go celibate, get off my dick (Get off)
Two scoop ice cream how I'm hittin' a lick (Goddamn)
I go anemic, my iron tucked low in this shirt (That's what?)
I go Mexican, put in the work (Go what?)
Go Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (Uh-huh)
Go deep in that field like football turf (Shit)
Go rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (Big-ass jeans) Press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')
I go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots
Or jorts with the cookout sandals (Damn)
I go old school Chevy (Skrrt)
My bitch a stallion like Megan (Like who?)
I go stalk in your house (Uh-huh)
Weight watchin', I go Jenny Craig (PB, what you do?)
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
I go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots
Ho tryna blow me like a flute
I hit up Chance, give me a fade
Bitches textin' my phone, tellin' me I'm cute
I go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit
I go Amiri jacket, matchin' shoes
I go Call of Duty for the loot
X went Lam' truck, so I went coupe (Oh, oh)
I go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler
Nigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper
Bitch, I'ma go chopper, I'm not finna squabble
I go Italian, cookin' this pasta
I go big, diamonds colossal
I go skiin' in some Dior goggles
I go track in the town for the joggers
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn)
I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow)
I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
