Kid Trunks Love Never Blossoms Lyrics
Love Never Blossoms by KiD TRUNKS
[Intro]
Ayy, ay ay
Gling gling gling gling
Uh ay look how this shit drop
Hello? hello hello hello
Whoo
Hello?
Whoo who who aye ya dig
[Hook]
I would never fall in love unless it is with money
And then his chains went missing, then he started ducking
Who he fronting, you ran up and then he started bustin
You wanna flow and I want hoes, so I guess you started something
I would never fall in love unless it is with money
And then his chains went missing, then he started ducking
Who you fronting, you ran up and then he started bustin
You wanna flow and I want hoes, I guess you started something
[Verse]
45, in your motherfucking skull
Put you in the hearse
Louie bag on my waist with my designer shirt
And yo homies be the ones that put you in the dirt
Leave you dead, then they go up in your bitches skirt (they fuck your bitch)
Big rock, all my diamonds dance like tick tock
You a fake and all your homies dance on flip flop
I got your hoe from the bay, she look like criss cross
I pop a perc, stack my money then ball like Chris Bosh
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck up out my face, I'll see you later
Another year go by and you still work for labor
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck up out my face, I'll see you later
Another year go by and you still work for labor
Ayy, ay ay
Gling gling gling gling
Uh ay look how this shit drop
Hello? hello hello hello
Whoo
Hello?
Whoo who who aye ya dig
[Hook]
I would never fall in love unless it is with money
And then his chains went missing, then he started ducking
Who he fronting, you ran up and then he started bustin
You wanna flow and I want hoes, so I guess you started something
I would never fall in love unless it is with money
And then his chains went missing, then he started ducking
Who you fronting, you ran up and then he started bustin
You wanna flow and I want hoes, I guess you started something
[Verse]
45, in your motherfucking skull
Put you in the hearse
Louie bag on my waist with my designer shirt
And yo homies be the ones that put you in the dirt
Leave you dead, then they go up in your bitches skirt (they fuck your bitch)
Big rock, all my diamonds dance like tick tock
You a fake and all your homies dance on flip flop
I got your hoe from the bay, she look like criss cross
I pop a perc, stack my money then ball like Chris Bosh
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck up out my face, I'll see you later
Another year go by and you still work for labor
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck up out my face, I'll see you later
Another year go by and you still work for labor