Models lyrics

[Chorus: ManMan Savage]
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
I told her take her clothes off, and go and model
We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle
I f*ck one today, another one tomorrow
I keep a jackpot, won the f*ckin lotto

[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist]
Hold on my face, give me face
Hot in the trap, but I don't leave a trace
She see me sinnin, and she give me chace
Bought a b*tch Jimmy Chew, then gave her a Rolli, I know you don't hate
From the trap, so I know it's all great
I'm from the grove, so I ball till the grave
Me and my chick, she tell me she ready
Just sold some birds, and they fly as a feather
I can't get these racks in the weather
Baby, you not even tryna be special
My b*tches bad, I sware they the best, my b*tches bad, yeah, I sware they the best
They goin Finesse, do whatever I tell them
I just might trip on Mason Marjellas
Swingin the hand with no fellas
I came with all the Phantoms
I touch her, I know she goin feel it
Don't get caught up in your feelings
Cause I got a boatload of b*tches
I got caught up in the trentches, lil baby, let's get it
[Chorus: ManMan Savage]
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
I told her take her clothes off, and go and model
We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle
I f*ck one today, another one tomorrow
I keep a jackpot, won the f*ckin lotto

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
She goin take her clothes off, she goin model
She goin turn up, if she hit the bottle
She a bad b*tch, she look like a model
I got many women, she like them models
And I got a 9, with 30 at the bottom
I keep a top model b*tch, for the 5 O
I get them b*tches in love with a n*gga, f*ck a follo
Every b*tch that I have look like a model
If you want my b*tch, you can go hit the bottle
You can suck the di*k, but you can't hit the bottle
I hit it from the back, and I wasn't hittin no bottles
All my b*tches bad, they a f*ckin problem

[Chorus: ManMan Savage]
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
All my b*tches bad, they look just like models
I told her take her clothes off, and go and model
We smokin Pressure, and drinkin out the Rosay bottle
I f*ck one today, another one tomorrow
I keep a jackpot, won the f*ckin lotto