Matt Ox Pom Poms Lyrics
Pom Poms by MATT OX
(feat. Tracy)
[Intro: Lil Tracy]
Man, show you something
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Tracy, Matt, yeah
BigHead on the beat
Tracy, Matt, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Got your bitch takin' her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna
She screamin' like a cheerleader, give her a pom pom
I do magic you lil' bitch, I be like "Voilà"
Point blank, period, I love them commas
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
[Verse: MATT OX]
In the stu' with Lil Tracy
And your shorty wanna date me
I've been flexin' on 'em lately
Got the money, these haters funny, these haters dummies
I got so much paper that they're callin' me a mummy
Run up with the Goth Bois
Run up in your spot, boy
At your face, these red dots, boy
They be lookin' like some pimples
And the diamonds on the wrist make the wrist blue
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Got your bitch takin' her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna
She screamin' like a cheerleader, give her a pom pom
I do magic you lil' bitch, I be like "Voilà"
Point blank, period, I love them commas
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
[Intro: Lil Tracy]
Man, show you something
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Tracy, Matt, yeah
BigHead on the beat
Tracy, Matt, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Got your bitch takin' her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna
She screamin' like a cheerleader, give her a pom pom
I do magic you lil' bitch, I be like "Voilà"
Point blank, period, I love them commas
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
[Verse: MATT OX]
In the stu' with Lil Tracy
And your shorty wanna date me
I've been flexin' on 'em lately
Got the money, these haters funny, these haters dummies
I got so much paper that they're callin' me a mummy
Run up with the Goth Bois
Run up in your spot, boy
At your face, these red dots, boy
They be lookin' like some pimples
And the diamonds on the wrist make the wrist blue
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Got your bitch takin' her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna
She screamin' like a cheerleader, give her a pom pom
I do magic you lil' bitch, I be like "Voilà"
Point blank, period, I love them commas
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats
We not worried 'bout no scumbag bombaclaats