These bitches want Nikes They looking for a check Tell 'em it ain't likely Said she need a ring like Carmelo Must be on that white like Othello All you want is Nikes But the real ones Just like you Just like me
I don't play, I don't make time But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line Pour up for A$Ap Rip Pimp C Rip Trayvon, that nigga look just like me Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo! That my little cousin, he got a little trade His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid We out by the pool, some little mermaids Me and them gel Like twigs with them bangs Now that's a real mermaid You been holding your breath Weighted down Punk madre, punk papa He don't care for me But he cares for me And that's good enough We don't talk much or nothin' But when we talkin' about something We have good discussion I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something That's good for us
We'll let you guys prophesy We'll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first We'll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first Living so the last night feels like a past life Speaking of the, don't know what got into people Devil be possessin homies Demons try to body jump Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke Acid on me like the rain Weed crumbles into glitter Rain, glitter We laid out on this wet floor Away turf, no Astro Mesmerized how the strobes glow Look at all the people feet dance I know that your nigga came with you But he ain't with you We only human and it's humid in these Balmains I mean my balls sticking in my jeans We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose Sippin' pink-gold lemonades Feelin'
I may be younger but I'll look after you We're not in love, but I'll make love to you When you're not here I'll save some for you I'm not him but I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you You got a roommate he'll hear what we do It's only awkward if you're fucking him too
Compositores: Christopher Breaux, James Blake ECAD: Obra #19356408 Fonograma #17386502