Close the Drapes

YSL condoms I f*ck her in luxury She left her body home And brought her neck to me She know she come in I eat it like groceries Ain't got no worries I give her a flurry of kisses But no you cannot be my missus Hit from the back I'm so grimey She wanna go sloppy I'm pulling her hair call me papi Chasing my dreams wit this music shit Don't come up wocky I swear to god this not no hobby She gone off the Coca like Bobby Snow on her nose but she look like a Barbie I cannot love her I'm chasing the bands She play like Atari I'm taking command Triple doubles nigga move like Durant Hopscotch double back spin again Get it cracking like it's hot in the pan Couple bitches I done fucked of the gram Nut in her eye call it retina scan Sorry baby I jus don't give a damn Close the drapes when I'm fucking your friend I ain't ya man Erybody really thought I wouldn't win Now I'm at the top Who got a grin We getting active We don't play pretend It's just something that you can't comprehend