Luq. - Americana (feat. Koshi) Lyrics

Bro
Get your hand off my ass!
(Ooh, shit!)
Huh, Aye
What?
Splash!
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
She want Chanel, (Huh)
I gave her Prada (Huh)
High-end cologne, (Huh)
Dolce Gabanna (Aye)
(Yeah)
She want a Lexus
She got a Honda
Linked with her best-friend
Americana
(Yeah)
Shawty get paid off minimum wage
Pussy-boy mad his bitch is on my page
Bidi bum-bum like her name's Selena
I don't wanna talk unless you're paying for a feature
Shawty wanna be a petty bitch and wanna argue
I don't wanna talk about it, bitch I'm tryna love you
And fight, fight, fight, it ain't gonna help you
Fight, fight, fight, it ain't gonna help you
F*ck a Nestle, Drink Evian
On Facetime "can you sing again?"
Fly for fun to Caribbean
Middle fingers up to Vivian
You had to lie to cut me off
Went back to that guy
You ticked me off
(Bro, bro, Turn your)
(Bro, I'm trying)
(I'm trying to record bro, chill out)
But she wanna patch this shit up like a letterman
She doesn't care bout all the stitches inside
And she hit my old phone like I'd let her in
She can't admit how she left wasn't right
So go hit them old hoes, with the old clothes
Cause she stuck in her ways with a price, yeah
Outta mind when you outta my sight, yeah
Main's not good as her side, yeah
But I won't forget what you said to me
Hate to say that I won't let it get to me
When it's all said and done, life is but a dream
But it's only as real as you let it be
Throw the past in a grave, Let it rest in peace
To be honest, hoe you made an enemy
I replaced who you knew with a better me
So I guess you can say that boy dead to me
She want Chanel, (Huh)
I gave her Prada (Huh)
High-end cologne, (Huh)
Dolce Gabanna (Aye)
(Yeah)
She want a Lexus
She got a Honda
Linked with her best-friend
Americana
(Yeah)
Middle fingers up to Vivian