Lost Angels
(专辑: SR3MM (SremmLife 3) - 2018)
Winter's over, let the
sun in Wife beater on me, let's pour the
rum Wife beater on me, I'll take you on I'm the
closest and you're shining like a
summer solstice Everyone's tryna figure you out On the
patio and we're just strung out And I
know what you're into Fortune tellers couldn't tell you what to do If I
seem like I'm bad news Then hide from me, girl I
want a
good girl, and you fit the
criteria I'm fucking taking you serious Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl) In love, no typical love I'm a
smoking gun and I'm still on the
run Tan Jeep out front with the
Rollie on Nine deep and we've been away from home too long I'ma make your bitch choose Five liters in the
cooler Five liters in the
cooler You can pose with your poodle Drive fast in your new car Drive fast in your new car I'ma give you that bling Kiss the
big face that I
love dearly That nigga ain't near as cool as me Hate with all your might, I'm cooling, b
And I'm sure you've never had this experience before Helicopter on the
roof, let's soar And I'm out on the
west like Schwartz Niggas fucking up the
golf course So that's what rich niggas are doing these days Yeah we get money like 10, 12 ways And on a
restless night She gon' take me where I
need to go In the
backseat of the
Maybach, where we used to get on And you want real love One that'll make you feel like you just woke up I
think you better hide from me, girl I
want a
good girl, and you fit the
criteria I'm fucking taking you serious Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl) In love, no typical love I'm a
smoking gun and I'm still on the
run