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