Beatfreakz
Eighth in the palm, self-obsessed
Now she wants some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Should have went A Jewellers
Get your diamonds pure
Says she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Selling crack but I smoke reefer, yeah
Playing chess on my Louis V. Concorde
Baby, we might fuck but I don't need ya
I been thinkin' 'bout the pussy just before I crashed the Porsche
I'ma eat that pussy, baby, you ain't gotta talk
If you want that bag, baby
Suck my dick before I spend too much bands in the yard
Bought that AP plain, cost me 30K
Girl, I hate when our love's feeling strange
Paid cash for the car, that's the Range
If I ever said I love you then I think I've gone insane
Yeah, nigga ran off with some grub, you better run it back
Long story short, made the boy do the Running Man
Huh, made très paper
Three litres of blood, shopped it for a couple grand
Told her that I don't even get high
Should'a saw her face when I crushed a Xan
CC head to toe, I'm fly
Every bitch wanna fuck a man
Eighth in the palm, self-obsessed
Now she wants some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Should have went A Jewellers
Get your diamonds pure
Says she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Selling crack but I smoke reefer, yeah
Playing chess on my Louis V. Concorde
Baby, we might fuck but I don't need ya
Gave her good dick, now she well glad
Beat the pussy up, that's a health haz'
West-End shopping in Chanel
Fuck me right, I'll get you the Chanel bag
Bonjour, comin' on contour
True, true, see the view on the top floor
In Dior, in Dior like I'm sponsored
Mmm-mmm, can I get an encore
Tall gyal haffi take heels off
Bare squats but your bum still soft
Netflix and chill, but we never chill
Looks like Zara, but it's seven bills
Dolce Gabbana
Where'd she get her weave? Alibaba
Where she wanna eat? Benihana
Good gyal, but she got her eyes on my na-na
Eighth in the palm, self-obsessed
Now she wants some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Should have went A Jewellers
Get your diamonds pure
Says she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Selling crack but I smoke reefer, yeah
Playing chess on my Louis V. Concorde
Baby, we might fuck but I don't need ya
Says she wanna F a drug dealer
But, baby, I wasn't raised in the trap
If that's what you want?
'Cause you know that money long
Just know that I got it like that
Bro was in the bando, I was in the booth
With the same guys, yeah, burning the same zoot
I was in the studio
Grafting, not the T-house
So how could I be at a freak's house?
Eighth in the palm, self-obsessed
Now she wants some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Should have went A Jewellers
Get your diamonds pure
Says she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Selling crack but I smoke reefer, yeah
Playing chess on my Louis V. Concorde
Baby, we might fuck but I don't need ya
Beatfreakz