[Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
[Verse] That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings
[Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
[Outro] Yoz, what you tellin' me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
