Letras
Oh brother, this guy stinks
La, la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
Yeah, uh, check
I'm in the lead, top priority (yeah)
Fuck with a G, now you finna see (yeah)
Flip over the bed, all you really sleep (yeah)
You made a year what I made a week (yeah)
Yes, I got motion, run out of motion, I go get more then
She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent
She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin'
My last girlfriend ain't got nothin' on your throat, friend
Go off, the way she fuck, she such a show-off (yeah)
And I don't ever ask when it's time to take her clothes off (yeah)
She like to let it breathe, she don't like to wear no drawls (yeah)
And when she get depressed, treat my dick like Zoloft (yeah)
You fuck with the fuckin' best, you fuckin' the fuckin' best
I shoot with protection on, but for you, I don't need no vest
I aim for the fuckin' face, I aim for the fuckin' chest
She said she make swimwear, that pussy make me invest
Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love
Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold
Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know
They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la)
They on my dick (la-la-la), shit (yeah, yeah)
Post album could get you dead
Gotta keep it goin', gotta get ahead
Hotel room always got two beds
One for me and one for my bread
This the new bap that take you way back (yeah)
Givin' no slack, my bed is on stacks (yeah)
Don't sleep, I got to get my bag on
Oops, forgot to turn my swag on
Venue house, slaughter, killer
Flow so cold, it's icy, shiver
Punch your jaw, body shot liver
Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver
Let me get down to the brass tax
I'm final boss, no printer, all fax
You stepped into a disaster
You doomed, better pray to the pastor
Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above
I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love
Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold
Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know
They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la)
They on my dick (la-la-la), shit
Hahaha, I step in like a X-Man
Make her come back like I'm her ex man
If she don't make me feel good, well, here's the exit
If she make me feel good, we can co-exist
Fuck her, make her go home, no co-ed shit
Niggas be comin' with all bull, I'm a matador
Say they want my soul, I swing the cape, dodgin' devil horns
Used to never want to press play, here's a metaphor
Now your boy clicks on my dick like he watchin' porn
I fucked up after bein' fucked up
Four-leaf clover got stepped on, tough luck
'Nough said, I'm a diamond in the rough, nuck buck
But am I good franchise ad-lib? Yeah, yeah
In my white tee, she claimin' that she wifey (yeah)
I'm sayin,' "What's your sign?" 'Cause your pussy smell like Pisces (yeah, yeah)
Or like a pescatarian, I'm killin', and I'm buryin' (yeah)
I treat a rapper beat like a baby, I be carryin'