[Verse 1: Pouya] I don't think I ever get used to this More money, more feeling more useless I just want to see you Rufus Skip the small talk Take them drawers off Ain't no laws here Pussy bald like Amber Rose hair Let me touch you, spread em like Moses Make it clap, let's make a few clips Let it drip, down your lip, don't worry bout shit My children look so damn awesome I wanna do this more often I can't be the one that's calling My pride be the one that's holding, me back ho I know I act like an asshole My second intentions are greater I'm waiting for the bell to save me like Slater I wanna be the bitch that made ya And as the plot thickens And my words get wicked Are you sick and tired of this lifestyle that I'm living Are you livid with the bullshit I been speaking of Thinking of, ways to keep my pockets fat Like the ass of Iggy without being a shitty human .44 give her more than a contusion Angels out so when I'm asleep I'm never losing Old hoes hitting my phone, talking about When did you get so famous? Can you help me with my payments? Can we make arrangements?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
