Toblerone

Heard y'all throwin' jabs, so I shoulder roll I ain't worried 'cause you sweet, y'all like Toblerone Y'all suckers still sweet like Toblerone That white boy in the trap house, "Home Alone" Yeah, she brown sugar like Toblerone These thots tryna' read the signs like horoscopes All my girls gorgeous; my last girl was foreign I'm fly boy I'm soarin', your girl is an eyesore she's horrid I like brown women from overseas, frappuccino, that mocha bean Voluptuous in those jeans, I'll bag 'em all like groceries Ugh, all of these women are beautiful; I gotta' get 'em And she's so exotic, I got her from Kenya, and she bad as Hell, so I call her a sinner, ugh That Toblerone, Tobi like Obito, I get caught like the Holy Ghost If she got a donkey, like rodeos Ugh, I'm the Godfather, boy Vito Corleone Cream on yo girl body, hydrocortisone Y'all free-throws, easy money Carl Malone And ya' boy hood-rich like Al Capone Two-a-days at the gym, I need some time alone Birkenstocks, and my socks, I'm in monochrome Haters tryna' call my bluff you need a dial-tone Man, that dough a get you wrapped like calzones If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin' I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin' She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin' If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin' I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin' She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin' I'm señor Rolando, better known as El Guapo She get Fenty Beauty and Kiko Milano Put guac on yo cabeza then dip wit yo nachos My team is too macho machismo, muchacho I just bagged a brand new baddie yesterday, wait Love a baddie wit a phatty that don't hesitate, wait Real queens go and get it; that's a lioness, yeah Find me one to make some jollof rice and fly her in, yeah Book another one and tell her bring a side of tibs, yeah She gon' get my stomach right yeah that's my kind of rib, yeah I love honeys with brown sugar in their phenotypes Chicken thighs, and they seasoned right ya, ya, ya If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin' I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin' She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin' If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin' I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin' She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin'