BONNIE & CLYDE ft. Hilary CEO Lyrics

Hillary

Lost in this world it's the 23 Clyde and Bonnie

We don't talk, we like to talk with the money

Man your lil hoe so funny

Got that knockoff bag on proud

Man you hoes so bummy

Fuck these lil hoes, you my nigga

We gon rock together

We gon head to the top and then drop together

Bus, rocks, together even if it's not forever

Table full of lobster tails taking shots together

Most these niggas I just wanna spin they pape and get away

For some reason swan you got me feeling like I need a bae

I just let you lead the way

How much do I need to say

We just can't get one thing twisted baby

It ain't free to play

Nah, do not play with me

Nah, yeah you gon have to get away from me

If you can't go out your way for me

Nah that ain't the case with me

Man this one nigga gon wait for me

Get locked up he fight that case with me

Time to hit the road again

23 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend

Doing 65 when we ride, trapped in this world of sin

Born as a poor child but I'm a die rich man

Fuck the Benz, we gon hop in a Rover

Make magic every time you come over

And you bending me over

All that bullshit finna be over

Once you get a little taste of this bad bitch energy on you

Hit it hard while you pulling my dreads

We gon climax to the top, wake up and back to the bread

Straight to it, we ain't even really got out the bed

Leave them other lame niggas on read

Huh, uh, yeah we gon do some real grinding

We gon show they ass the difference between a lab and a real diamond

Bossed up my whole fucking life and I'm still shining

You don't even know Hillary, you know the real diamond

Let me know from the beginning

Never bought no paper, you just put me in position to be winning

Yeah we standing on heavy business

All the whips, heavy tenants

Got my witness, I'm enjoying every minute

Time to hit the road again

23 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend

Doing 65 when we ride, trapped in this world of sin born as a poor child but I'm a die rich man

I'ma leave the drugs alone, shit, you my drug alone

You need me, hit my phone, you ain't gotta be alone

I realize how to treat you, the secret to keep you

Before I run some game on you, I'ma sit down and teach you

But she know a lot herself, maintain a good health

I'ma always choose her, I put the ratches on the shelf

And she from the east side, I throw up the p sign

She at home by 9, it's 12, I know she sleep now

Been gone for a week now, edible arrangements at her job, she geek now

Already know my style, I just wanna see that smile

I'm hungry as a cow, put that pussy in my mouth

Hustle strong, dick long from Plymouth Rd to Belle Isle

Hood goddess, been to schooling & job, ain't out here acting wild

Before her nigga hound a soul, he gon jump on the hound

Get a bag, make that bitch shake and bring home them thous

I ain't fucking with these hoes no more, I throw in the towel

Ain't no point in having five hoes and one ain't got a thou

If I get locked today them hoes gon' leave and kick me while I'm down

If you ever get locked up, type of bitch that'll uplift you, you know