R.S.P.C.A Lyrics – Tobyelz
Singer: Tobyelz
Title: R.S.P.C.A
If i-
If i-
If i-
If i-
If i-
If i told you the fur that i got in my hood
R.s.p.c.a gon’ hate me
She call me “monsieur” in my moncler shirt
Like the french ting i could do daily
Qué bonita, get to fifa
We do dinner in the shard not food at chiquita
She come ’round like pizza
I lean in like the tower of tisa
My diva so cute man i trust the chick
And like maccy d’s man, i’m lovin’ it
I run the game so baby can you run with it?
It’s all love and hugs, i ain’t spuddin’ it
Had to go tell bro “just do what works”
That’s patterned lv on my shoes and shirt
Firmed my lessons real gs had to learn
But i bum those ls now it’s straight cash earned
So i turn to my left and i see bro revs
Rotate to the right b1 on my side
And k-9’s there but he moves bare sly
He’s a canine at heart all my dogs love bite
That’s loves cash and stacks
Racks and bags
Thousands in banks and 50s in hands
Pink notes wrapped up in elastic bands
h#rn# right, he go west and splash
If i told you the fur that i got in my hood
R.s.p.c.a gon’ hate me
She call me “monsieur” in my moncler shirt
Like the french ting i could do daily
Qué bonita, get to fifa
We do dinner in the shard not food at chiquita
She come ’round like pizza
I lean in like the tower of tisa
I’m a paper chaser
See you later
Hustler, grindr
Ain’t got data
I’m out late nights tryna see my bands
No time for a hater
I’m out in the jungle
Wild and reckless
Can’t take texas can’t do exes
Man don’t struggle been humbled and bumbled
Had to tell bro that’s how the cookie crumble
We in the cut like infections
And my stack bulge out of my pocket like e- (woah)
Head straight forward, no time for reflections
Had to give sweetie all my attention
All my affection
So i put her in a goose, made sure she was flexin’
Me in the moose, and the fur so expensive
If i told you the fur that i got in my hood
R.s.p.c.a gon’ hate me
She call me “monsieur” in my moncler shirt
Like the french ting i could do daily
Qué bonita, get to fifa
We do dinner in the shard not food at chiquita
She come ’round like pizza
I lean in like the tower of tisa
If i told you the fur that i got in my hood
R.s.p.c.a gon’ hate me
She call me “monsieur” in my moncler shirt
Like the french ting i could do daily
Qué bonita, get to fifa
We do dinner in the shard not food at chiquita
She come ’round like pizza
I lean in like the tower of tisa
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Плага & Jamik - Раньше
Marcus Smith - Coppertone
Lyrics Tobyelz – R.S.P.C.A
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru