BONNIE & CLYDE Lyrics

I'm just gon I'm just gon vibe

My shoulder she tryna go ride

My face meets the side of her thighs

We're fucking inside my garage

Her name swirls and twirls in my mind her face is so gentle and kind

We tipsy off liquor and wine moving too fast I rewind

Watch her sit back and unwind Passing the blunt like the time

Cars filled with smoke and we hide Kissing I'm hitting her spine

She loves when I hit from behind Laugh cause we both fucking high

Head game is blowing my mind One word to call her divine

One word she calls me is mine shorty a ticket she fine

Halo came with the design A devil wearing a disguise

Her body a temple with shrines Tattoos of portraits and rhymes

She loves how I'm spitting them lines Her ass up when her head declines

I relax my seats gon recline Push to start action we drive

Her pallet is sort of refined Five stars is where we would dine

Lobster and steak and some swine And Chardonnay I don't know why

Grabs me by holding my tie Whispers she tells me she's bi

Telling her back my reply Baby I'm not so surprised

Tells me she knows of some dimes Who want me in the ocean to dive

Tells me to pick can't decide Choose both the date we align

B&B paid for and sign Day comes they show up at five

Matching whips mustard and Heinz Twins one ass much more defined

Others tits twice was the size Tia Tamara tonight

We chopping it up like some chives We hittin' the trees like the pines

My girl pouring vodka and limes The twins acting sewn to my sides

Using more hands than a mimes R&B bumping and grind

Our heart races start to incline Her legs spreading out like a vine

Her pussy I eat to the rind My suspicion started to rise

I'm peeping the look in they eyes Texting my girl to come by

She whipping up couple of pies I'm in a bit of a bind

Weed and the vodka combine They plotting a scheme grab the nine

Just in case bullets'll fly The way they be looking is sly

I'm hoping my feelings benign I know these bitches be lying

I'm thankful I picked up the signs As one of em's holding the knife

The other a Colt .45 I look to my left and my right

My girl got my gun aiming sights At the girls I was gon pipe

Only word she says goodnight Start popping 4th of July

Bullets fly right through the sky One of them shatters the lights

Basically firing blind Got one of them praying to Christ

My girl shoots a couple more times Get up here I'm not gon die

She pop em and drop em like flies I thank her for saving my life

She limping we heading outside Hands me the pistol and I

Reload and then I realize Surrounded around by some guys

Started to blast right beside The yellow whip twin would provide

Fuck all the bullshit aside Look I'm just trying to survive

And get my girl out this alive I cover she wires the ride

Three minutes cops gon arrive More people tryin to go slide

I'm popping and changing the tide I hop in the passenger side

Driveway is open and wide Turn left but then we collide

Whip hit the batteries fried Bullets hit me and the bride

She lets out a couple of cries Tell her I love her goodbye

And that's the end Bonnie and Clyde