Love To Fuck (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(albüm: Legendary - 2019)

Now the lobster don't even have a price next to it
It says "Seasoned"
So you know what that means
A brother gotta pay 28 dollars

Uh, house at the top (Top)
Party at my spot (Spot)
Rottweilers out (Ah)
Gotta secure the lot (Lot)
Fake niggas out (Bah)
Bring them burners out (Bah)
And it's word of mouth (Yeah)
You always run your mouth (Yeah)
Breathing in the loud
Blowing clouds
Hunnid thou' (Yeah)
Time is now (Now)
We just fucking
In and out (Pew)
I can't love you (Nah)
I'm so wild
Same time
Who gon' be the one to turn you out?
Wanna do it 'cause I do it
Oh, you funny now?
Bitch getting on my nerves
I just leave the house
Now I'm sleeping at my other bitch house (Ha)
Uh, Louis bags on the couch
Camouflage with the hunnids
Now I'm cumming in her mouth (Yeah)
And if she catch feelings, got a feeling I'll be out
But she cool, so I'm liking how this shit is turning out (Yeah)

And she know it's on the low
And we both keep it low
She got crack, I got dope
She the X, I'm the smoke
It's like murder on the rope
And we on death row
And the sex so good
It's so hard saying no
If your nigga found out
Then my girl'll kill us both
And we both love to fuck
And we both love to fuck
Yeah, we both love
When good ain't good enough

And hey, if I get you some lobster and some Moet
You know what's happening after that
We both love to fuck
What does happen?
We both love to fuck
I'm going deep-sea diving, haha

Uh, take you out the shower (Shower)
I call the shots (Shots)
I'm the fucking boss (Boss)
Put you in a loft (Loft)
You can get a lot (Yeah)
If you play your role (What?)
Got you coming over (What?)
Cooking on the stove
These bitches are bold
They gon' hate (Fuck 'em)
Money talk (Yeah)
Bullshit walk
They gon' try to fuck it up
Tell you I ain't shit
Judging by my outfit
Yeah, I'm the shit
Icicle wrist
Caught a milli on the lick
Same bitches that I hit
Still on your list
Yeah, I'm God's gift
Giving like I'm Saint Nick (Pew)
I'm the ghetto Bill Gates
Give me ten years (Yeah)
Uh, chop chop when I switch gears
Busting make her pussy wet
Cumming in the V12
I ain't even put it in
Busting in your seatbelt
Squirting on that interior of the 812 (Go)
Seashell (Uh)
Maybach ill (Go)
And it came with the luggage, that is too trill (Trill)
Boy, you not a big deal 'til you making deals (Deals)
And I'm kinda a big deal to keep it real (Ha)
Keep your picture in my phone
Man, them times is real
If you happy with the throne
Then just let me live
I ain't hiding
I ain't running
The way I'm moving
Got you wondering
When good ain't good enough

Yeah, you know you right 'cause my dick is only two inches
From the ground
We both love to fuck

And she know it's on the low
And we both keep it low
She got crack, I got dope
She the X, I'm the smoke
It's like murder on the rope
And we on death row
And the sex so good
It's so hard saying no