Malbec Blues

Sippin wine out the bottle on the roof of the St Regis Baby I’m undefeated My vibe never jive, no turkey unless we feastin Nigga ya soul depleted My drive type V8, I ain’t gotta put the key in Yo drive look like you leased it I would let you slide but that’d be for no reason I pour another glass while I laugh at these poor heathens Nah. Pour another glass while I crash in the 4 Seasons Ya bitch on my body, milkshake thick as Kelis’ Fleur de lis across my flag while I pledge allegiance Come cross that canal, them gators gon do ya greasy Can’t be dreaming small when it’s hard in the big easy You can’t have cold feet in the streets when shit get steamy My dawg caught that metal to his mental now he sleepin He glorified that gang shit and them niggas left em dreamin So I pour up for that reason Sip to the bassline Sunset tequila, Chiquita banana day time Bitch fine as Bonita, put that applebum on FaceTime Watch on tok, that bitch tickin. I don’t waste time Yo nigga got on a Geneva. That’s a hate crime If time is of the essence, I’m in essence mag on page 9 Can’t be movin slow I’ll leave yo ass by the wayside Ya bitch whisper sweet nothings to me we on a dateline Nina on my waistline, grippin up on her waistline That’s bang bang Pops said it best, we on the same thang Glass half full, this Malbec help me to maintain Motion all day long, we goin strong Better nod when I walk in the room, know I’m a don I could bag shorty, she rappin the words to all my song She said (The music just turns me on) We in this bitch motion all day long, we goin strong Better nod when I walk in the room, know I’m a don Don’t be mad if ya chick know the words to my song She said (The music just turns me on) We in this bitch motion all day long, we goin strong Better nod when I walk in the room, know I’m a don Like what’s happenin bitch, she already told me I turn her on When you hear (Roy What's Hannin?) she gon be singing along