R.S.P.C.A

By Tobyelz

Released on September 4, 2020

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[Intro]

If I-

If I-

If I-

If I-

If I-


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 1]

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

Horny right, he go west and splash


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 2]

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


[Chorus]

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