LYRICS GAME

Where are you going? What's up? What's up?

Crystal bottles, I’ll pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Just tell me where you’re going. What’s up? Babe, what's up?

Crystal bottles, I always pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Even if you’re not the official one

I want to do it, baby, like the first time

You're a triple X, triple C devil

White girl like Lana Del Rey

Stay for the holidays and the holidays

To lick you all over, sorry to bother you, but

I miss your cocoa scent, yeah

Hot like Sinaloa and

Ciroc bottles

And even though what we had expired

You still talk to me on Instagram when you're with him

But not even in vanish mode

Mezcal, indica

You’re hot, baby, like spice

To hell with anyone who criticizes us

Close Friends, don't post me

I can’t stop drinking to your name

Life without you doesn’t stop screwing me over

And before the sun rises again, I just want to know

Where are you going? What's up? What's up?

Crystal bottles, I’ll pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Just tell me where you’re going. What’s up? Babe, what's up?

Crystal bottles, I always pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Even if you’re not the official one

I want to do it, baby, like the first time

You're a triple X, triple C devil

White girl like Lana Del Rey

Stay for the holidays and the holidays

Even if you're my ex and now we're three

You gave me decline, baby, not even the American Express

Mode in my heart like when I had three

Alone like Dr. Dre

Even if you're my ex and now we're three

Who the f*ck do you think you are?

Everything you wanted, I bought it for you

And I ended up alone like Dr. Dre

Tell me where you're going, what's up? What's up?

Crystal bottles, I’ll pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Just tell me where you’re going. What’s up? Babe, what's up?

Crystal bottles, I always pick you up

A little room in the suite of the Intercontinental

You, my little girl, my special ex

Even if you’re not the official one