Reporter

Life is a blur b I'm the reporter This is the story I am the author Soon to be prince right now I'm a pauper I'm gonna make off with somebody's daughter Gyalist from day man I'm still a good talker When she drip that's some holy water She's got good head not something I taught her Fountain of knowledge she got it from quelqu'un d'autre Beauty like damn, not Notre 5 foot 4 just a little bit shorter She stopped me dead in my tracks when I saw her Approached her tryna make her friends list broader Then she saw me before her I wonder what her thoughts were? Crossed her mind when she saw me adore her Prestige one but she knows I'll draw her Skinny black dress and her hair's done nicely Material der that's looking all wifey Spicy, price, nails too! looking all icy (WOO) Smiles all shy, I ask what I call her Baby maybe I can be your number one caller I see you come chill with an ice cold baller (Aye come here) She says Call me mami Maybe ask nicely I can be your wifey Listen when I tell you I'm pricey I like a drink and smoke party If you can't take it then bye bye b You can move on to the next one Fine with me I'm looking fi my own real man you see Not like my ex I don't want ta see I don't do MD This ones a barbie And I know there's a queue She's burns kinda fiery And won't look at you If she does you are under her shoe Red in the face cause you're stepped by the Loubs My kinda girl so I'm not gonna snooze This one nah I beg I refuse This one nah I'm not gonna lose Life is a blur b I'm the reporter This is the story I am the author Soon to be prince right now I'm a pauper I'm gonna make off with somebody's daughter Gyalist from day man I'm still a good talker When she drip that's some holy water She's got good head not something I taught her Fountain of knowledge she got it from quelqu'un d'autre Dutch courage and the dutchie got me feeling important But really I'm boring But if she comes with me we're Mercedes touring All these z's I see in the morning The smoke comes out of the window pouring Pull the lace check if the undies are crawling Touring streets In the early morning I be warring and I'm not an army man But in general I keep shit private Up in the sky in a plane we're flying S9 in a g6, baby I'm the pilot Come let's fly girl hop on and try it You can't deny it I see it in your eyes I see that light So let's get high and let's go fly 'Cause life is a blur b I'm the reporter This is the story I am the author Soon to be prince right now I'm a pauper I'm gonna make off with somebody's daughter (Listen) Gyalist from day man I'm still a good talker When she drip that's some holy water She's got good head not something I taught her Fountain of knowledge she got it from quelqu'un d'autre