Tommy Hilfiger Lyrics

Tommy Hilfiger ey he ain't gone figure it out

In that GTC, we crashed that shit we park it off

And we took that chase it's safe to say we took a race

Posted up at shell

Young with the shell's

Huh, Huh Yah

I think my driver blacking out

And he blacking out the coupe

Call to shoot

And I'm fucking with the drugs

This Molly to cute

Stepping on to Romford road

These Young G's they salute

And it's 3am these zombies got nothing to lose on the phone

Shit man's needed now

Fly these packs, fly these packs

Fly this shit up town

Holy moly

Time is ticking

This shit holy

Don't get pissed, he might take your roley and your life

Took your bitch rocking Tommy Hilfiger Ey

He ain't gone figure it out

Yah, beg you figure this out

Moving the packs, and I'm legit figure this out

How you making this money, Ha! just figure it out

Took your bitch rocking Tommy Hilfiger Ey

He ain't gone figure it out

Yah, beg you figure this out

Moving the packs, and I'm legit figure this out

How you making this money, Ha! just figure it out

Me and got the mash and were shooting corn

And the ringing in my ears got my drums torn

Yeah she ringing me late

Yeah I'll see you at 8

Bitch I'm joking

Bitch I'm choking

Yeah I'll be seeing your posts

Give that bitch a round of applause

My nigga delivering hoes

Coming like Santa clause

Yeah I want yours and yours

Yeah and yours and yours

Yeah like's them foreign whores

Took your bitch rocking Tommy Hilfiger Ey

He ain't gone figure it out

Yah, beg you figure this out

Moving the packs, and I'm legit figure this out

How you making this money, Ha! just figure it out

Took your bitch rocking Tommy Hilfiger Ey

He ain't gone figure it out

Yah, beg you figure this out

Moving the packs, and I'm legit figure this out

How you making this money, Ha! just figure it out