Conor Maynard – Crowded Room Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I still remember that perfect smile
That you gave me the first time I saw you
I knew it then and I still know now
That my darling, I’ll always adore you
[Pre-Chorus]
Promise …
[Verse 1]
I still remember that perfect smile
That you gave me the first time I saw you
I knew it then and I still know now
That my darling, I’ll always adore you
[Pre-Chorus]
Promise …
[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s …
[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Griselda
Yeah
Shit you cook up a brick to
Cocaine paradise, nigga (They know who the illest nigga doin’ this shit)
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I pulled up in that wraith, …
[Intro]
Yeah, I’m feelin’ this one
What you sayin’? Mans record in the dark
’42 to the dome, leather bag, Chrome, ya dig?
[Chorus]
Got your career on my wrist
Walk in the club, see my …
Leave me where the light pours down through the trees like rain
Let it wash over me like a flood, let it ease my pain
Let it drown me
For a while I …
[Intro: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Backpack, backpack
Backpack, backpack
I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too
Anything that you might need I’ve got inside for you
Flo Milli shit
[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
Keep talkin’ shit, it can get lit
You know I’m petty don’t try me lil’ bitch
I’m bougie and rich, tell her get off my clit
This ho think I’m playin’—do I look like a kid?
P-pull out that chopper bitch, let’s make a hit
I’m peepin’ her out, number one on my list
Red beam in the door, when I aim I don’t miss
Don’t open yo’ lip
‘Cause I just might reach in my
[Chorus: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Backpack
I snowed out my wrist
I got some new drip
Plenty racks in my new Gucci backpack
Ain’t no tellin’ what’s up in my backpack, backpack
Said he wanna tap that, tap that
Gave him my Snapchat, Snapchat
You bitches mad, mad, too bad
I be like “aha, aha”
[Post Chorus: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Flo Milli shit
They mad ’cause I’m really rich
Backpack, backpack
Backpack, backpack
I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too
Anything that you might need I’ve got insidе for you
[Verse 2: Flo Milli]
Lil’ hoe, just bought a car off the lot, and it’s two-door
Girl you can look, but you bet’ not gеt too close
I like my niggas when they drippin’ too long
I stay with a Glock, you can’t play me like uno
I ride for my bitches like Boots
I fucked on her nigga like oops (Oops)
That boy sticking to me like some glue
Caught a vibe and didn’t know what to do (Ooh)
[Chorus: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Backpack
I snowed out my wrist
I got some new drip
Plenty racks in my new Gucci backpack
Ain’t no tellin’ what’s up in my backpack, backpack
Said he wanna tap that, tap that
Gave him my Snapchat, Snapchat
You bitches mad, mad, too bad
I be like “aha, aha”
[Outro: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Backpack, backpack
Fat cat, fat cat
Yeah!
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