Christian Louboslimes

(Aye) Christian louboslimes, I know my sneakers bloody Rolex tell my time, I know that bitch she love me I just f*ck that bitch and know I swear she buggin’ That bitch tryna’ see me yea she think I cuff it (Ooh) Never lack no time, I know my nigga see em’ Came in with my slatt, wipe a nigga clean I just threw them racks, ball like triple b I ain’t pop no pill, brodie off a bean I just slowed down time, my double cup with lean Two door coupe Maybach Oops I’m gettin’ them racks Just copped the newest patek, it attack Hop out the benz, I tell her relax Yeah Jump out the benz and hop on a jet Hop out the benz, then hop on a jet Her friend joinin’ in, well yea thats a bet Designered down, yea thats a couple bands I drive the whip like I’m tryna’ wreck Bitch I’m too raw, thats just how I’m feelin’ I stay on the gas like I’m in a vette Might hit it raw, yea I’m nasty My thumb in her ass, I’m getting her wet (Yeah, Yeah) Ain’t felt this way in a minute Bro hit my phone and I told him lets get it Used to couldn’t see, but now its vivid Niggas they just talk it, they don’t live it (Aye) Niggas they just talk it, they don’t live it (Yeah)