Happy Gilmore Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Happy Gilmore my bro ran up with a stick
I told him chill out he don't even want this shit
Y'all were day ones and he probably off of it
He probably bought prescriptions off of Icky Vick
Icky Vicky
Ello ello ello babe you elegant You can really get it
And all of these little dudes irrelevant
Do the splits up on my neck girl your my medicine
I'm lit they copy what I do like Thomas Edison
My bro money hungry saw it in his eyes
His mommas off a perc that's why he out tonight
As he cried to me he told me suicide is all I see in side my dreams
I need some dollar signs
I love and I hate on myself think I'm borderline
Fuck till the morning time
Why he look mortified don't think he hit it right
Why he look mortified don't think he hit it right
Bite on my neck till its nonvaccine Frank Ocean
Never gate keeping I'm keeping my gate open
Walk over keys and I feel like I'm Beethoven
She walk in this party
She walk in this party this shawty teeth white golden
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Happy Gilmore my bro ran up with a stick
I told him chill out he don't even want this shit
Y'all were day ones and he probably off of it
He probably bought prescriptions off of Icky Vick
Icky Vicky
Ello ello ello babe you elegant you can really get it
And all of these little dudes irrelevant
Do the splits up on my neck girl your my medicine
I'm lit they copy what I do like Thomas Edison
My bro money hungry saw it in his eyes
His mommas off a perc that's why he out tonight
As he cried to me he told me suicide is all I see in side my dreams
I need some dollar signs
I love and I hate on myself think I'm borderline
Fuck till the morning time
Why he look mortified don't think he hit it right
Why he look mortified don't think he hit it right
Bite on my neck till its nonvaccine Frank Ocean
Never gate keeping I'm keeping my gate open
Walk over keys and I feel like I'm Beethoven
She walk in this party
She walk in this party this shawty teeth white golden
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck
Come with me I know you want to turn it up
Everybody on my phone is fake as fuck