Victoria Secrets

[Refrain: Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secrets
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to throw up in my nose
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secrets
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to throw up in my nose

[Chorus: LuxerX]
Photoshoot
Bеreavement clothеs
Y'all on mute
Different angles, aye
Pills are blue
We on death run
Ain't no holy book
Than the arcane one, aye, aye, aye, aye...

[Refrain: Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secrets
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to throw up in my nose
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess

[Verse: LuxerX & Gangsta Boo]
Pull up with The Blacker The Berry on speaker
The blacker my suit is, darker are my sneakers
Blackberry, nostalgic, millenial bae hitter
The deeper my soul gets, bigger are these demons
I cannot control it, need the throne of Midas
You cannot afford it, buy you a babysitter
Witchcraft, with fire, killin shit you ain't even believe in, oblivion, I'm Morgan Freeman
Million dollar baby, and you're lame as fuck
Your neck green, your lies gold
And my dick gold, intellectual properties are gold bro, 26/4, too sick for ya'
Bereavement clothes put on now cause'
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess (huh, huh, yeah)
Michael Myers, I scare the set
Peter Parker, trap on my net
Double up my net worth
Worth it bad
Shit's not mine, when cops came
Better get- better get deeper
Colding it, colding it, glitter
Fiji, turn it Aquafina
Smoke big gas, big ass waiting for me while I re-up
Cause' I am dark as a grave, dark as a tomb
Dark as a murderer's mind who kept trapped on the God words and still killing knowing that his heaven answer is no
Cannot forgive sins
Funeral shit, bitch
I ain't with that-

[Chorus: LuxerX]
Photoshoot
Bereavement clothes
Y'all on mute
Different angles, aye
Pills are blue
We on death run
Ain't no holy book
Than the arcane one, aye, aye, aye, aye...

[Refrain: Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secrets
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to throw up in my nose

[Outro: Gangsta Boo & LuxerX]
Now I'm feelin fine
Freakin' you out is on my mind
Let me get up on yo' "Pony"
Like yo' name was Ginuwine
Got'chu caught up in the mix
Trippin' cause' my love's the shit
Late night tip is all we had
Nothing else, so boy that's it
Y-y-yeah, woah, LuxerX