My Lil Trainer Lyrics

Leprechaun

Leprechaun

I put that lil trainer around my waist

A Prada or Gucci glass on my face

Stilettoes on my fingertips

Count my pace

A broke ass nigga be up out my face

Now how they react when they hear that Cat meow

Or see the collar chain around my neck (kapow)

Nigga got testes

Carrying them Hefty's

Smack you with the right

When he really was a leftie

Left you at the corner

Cause you really was a shop and go

Thorough- bread

Project hoe

Touching out the ghetto

Cause it old

Out the projects

Still with a check

Til the spot got hot

Still slang that twat

Like a nigga needed a hit

Out the crack pot

Lady got a face that'll get your ass got

But I roll these

When you round my spot

Leprechaun, on a money run

Still hide a pot of gold

Up under a rainbow

Lady swole

Her head an Afro

Still climbing the pole

Ice the North Pole

You can say I'm hard

But ouch my heart cold

My heart cold

Leprechaun, on a money run

Still hide a pot of gold

Up under a rainbow

Lady swole

Her head an Afro

Still climbing the pole

Ice the North Pole

You can say I'm hard

But ouch my heart cold

Ouch My heart cold

I put that lil trainer around my waist

A Prada or Gucci glass on my face

Stilettoes on my fingertips

Count my pace

lady like cake

Eat it all up , erase

Cause I like my weight

Or just like my way

Trying to keep your boy hands

From around my waist

A country bread winner

Love the land, liver

Was swole

But had to deliver

Cause it old

Out the projects

Still with a check

Til the spot got hot

Still slang that twat

Like a nigga needed a hit

Out the crack pot

Lady got a face that'll get your ass got

But I roll these

When you round my spot

My spot

Leprechaun, on a money run

Still hide a pot of gold

Up under a rainbow

Lady swole

Her head an Afro

Still climbing the pole

Ice the North Pole

You can say I'm hard

But ouch my heart cold

My heart cold

Leprechaun, on a money run

Still hide a pot of gold

Up under a rainbow

Lady swole

Her head an Afro

Still climbing the pole

Ice the North Pole

You can say I'm hard

But ouch my heart cold

My heart cold

Til the spot got hot

Still slang that twat

Like a nigga needed a hit

Out the crack pot

Lady got a face that'll get your ass got

But I roll these

When you round my spot

My spot