Namine

Fitted cap with the brim bent Stay lit like a incense Skinny pants filled with big bands New chucks got me feeling like the man Understand that I don't give a damn Swear I love it when she pop that thang And she throw that ass back like a boomerang She got the top cat and a real good brain I might let this chick rock my Benny chain But don't get spooked boo I'm a buy you Jimmy Choo Choo We could rock with the gang on the plane Thang land on a strip right out in Peru Thick slut with a big butt and she turned up off the pink dust Tell your sis let's link up 'cause I'm trying to get with her too, her too Ganja got it clouded so I'm taking off my shades Music loud, now this function looking like a rave Speakers playing EDM, we'll probably never sleep again At 5 AM, lets call Khalifa, Wiz or maybe even Mia Call me chief, I roll the kef up with the fucking reefer On the mic I'm like a preacher giving sermon to my people Creflo, mo' dollars I love her if she swallows Hit it with a condom, I can't have no baby mamas now I feel like it's the return of the Mack now But call me Kirby 'cause I eat it then I blow her back out Gone Ain't no time to react now Run to the green like a cash cow Pocket fat now, I never back down WWE, man I'm drilling her back out What's the facts now? High off the codeine, no come the zine Pull up in the all black now Top down hell a clean Never sober, just off the bean And relax now, she a fan of me Man, her next and her last is a lesser me Bought her jewelry straight from Co Stephanie But it just for me, boy it's just for me Take care of yourself first You a king boy, know your worth How many times gonna run this shit back just to rehear the verse? Peep the lyrics, I ain't got to curse Top dawg, just run it up Emo side, call her buttercup Hit her once and she fell in love Black hearts 'cause she know that I'll never fall in love Top down but I'm just above And I tell her where the car facts if I'm hitting that Run to the field, every day I'm running track I never snap back 'til snap back Where the gang and the weed and the hash at? Never lie about my coming or my past racks I'm in the scat pack, I don't back track Pussy nigga keep it back, back Pull up and then I black, black Kill' them