Stories from Vegas Lyrics

I tell a story bout this girl I knew in Vegas

Independent always having always pulling out the latest

She had fendi in her closest

We can even see the raiders

From the window in her room shit was crazy my nigga

Drinking Julio at slot machines puffing on cigars

It was hers from the Gucci to the cars

It's nothing like designer when you covering them scars

She want me to be her nigga that would be her beating odds

We in TSA her poodle barking penny for your thoughts

I usually come with tragedy Othello with your hearts

But for now she just focused on the moment my type of bitch

She look me in my face and then she smiled she tell me this

This my story bout a lady from the city of sin

Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again

She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend

It was never ever love guess you got me again

And she said

Why you feel the need to pretend and she said

I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool

Chasers palace getting faded on her favorite drink

Before we left I help her pick her bag yellow or the pink

All designer like I previously said

She really pulling out the stops cuz she want me in her bed

We on that louis now

And the Vegas strip look like a movie now

She asking me what are we now

I told her baby cool it down

I think you pretty but I'm pretty booked

Baby look

Always on the go could say I'm fleet of foot

How I look?

Guapping up foreal cuz how I make a hook

Had her shook

Could tell she never seen a nigga like me made her read a book

Every time I'm fucking round in vegas she be mad as fuck

Say she hate me but she saddled up fuck

This my story bout a lady from the city of sin

Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again

She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend

It was never ever love guess you got me again

And she said

Why you feel the need to pretend and she said

I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool