Rolling Stone (feat. Bri)

Skin like brandy ass big as a cantaloupe Body like the ringer but i cant elope Saw you front row of the show Now i'm in it like i been here before Met you at the function now you pulling up to here alone Like it doggy I give you the bone Only here for one night wanna call it home But you can't fall for me cuz i'm a rolling stone I can't be the Romeo to your Juliet Throwing rocks at your window Nah i can't adhere to that Met you one time and i hit it from the back Now you asking when i'm coming back around Told you baby I'm a rockstar A hundred women at the show flashing lights like a cop car Off stage gettin high as helicopters Last bitch cool next bitch is a pop star Too rough and rowdy to be down and comfy You been on the sofa I been round the country Know I'm ya mind but it ain't worth discussing Eight years bachelor I ain't into cuffing Lion's mane growing so you can't tame me While you making fake beef I just sip tea Can't replace me so you try to change me But you'll never change me I'm a god soul ask me how it got so Full of myself painted life like Picasso Way i want got a casa full of gatos Sipping red wine while she feed me antipastos What a life oh what a life I aint lookin for a wife but if you down We could catch a vibe Ooh she wanna f*ck me I might turn you to a groupie Ooh you f*ck too We could turn it to a group thang A group thang A group thang A group thang We could turn it to a group thang A group thang A group thang A group thang We could turn it to a group thang