Moët / Visa
(专辑: Luxury Denim - 2021)
Chu-Chu-Chuki got the
sauce, bitch TM's on the
feet, yeah, I
made a
big switch, but I
still keep AF 1's and Jordan's I
went in London, first time there Wa-Was the
first time that I
fucked on a
foreign Said her deepthroat game was strong How the-How the
fuck this bitch still choking? Glad that the
pussy was good, 'cause the
way she talked out the
head, lil' shawty was joking Said she an introvert, but she let me up close from the
moment her legs were open Nigga I'm focussed, said I
ain't finishing first, so the
bitch nigga better stop smoking Nigga, I'm chosen, really came out of the
dirt and that's why they call a
boy "golden" Really got fucked by corona, said I'll slow down, but I'm still getting shows in Poland Te-ten hoes in the
lobby, shit like a
hobby, just made a
movie, Christopher Nolan Ma-Made a
bitch sing like Kelly Rowland, she off the
molly, shawty rolling And I
got hot off Harry Potter, shit blew me up like J. K. Rowling And I
got love for these hoes, but I
know that my heart still frozen Keep the
bitch like Mourinho, stunting like Evel Knievel, put it in any position Nigga's like Shaq, got the
free-throw, miss me, just like the
boys online trynna diss me Go down south on a
bitch, like Texas, Houston Whitney, toxic Brittney (Just gotta be yo'self) A
nigga wolrdwide, but I
came from the
'60 (That's just what I
do) (But fuck what anybody says) Back on my rap shit, rap shit Yeah Yeah Louis belt on the
jeans, but the
shit's still sagging (Shit's still sag) BnB every night, twenty hoes, I
can really just pick who the
baddest (I really just pick) Tied her hair in a
bun, took the
boy upstairs, I
could tell she a
savage (Gucci Bandana) Treat the
bitch like the
queen in the
sheets, then the
hoe got scott like Travis Pass that hoe to the
bro like Madden (It's lit) Yeah, all of my niggas some players (Niggas some players) I'm smoking on purple, yellow tracky, I
look like the
Lakers I
don't see nobody else like us (Nah) How the
fuck could you claim you made us? (How the
fuck could you claim?) Stop hitting my mail, middlefinger to all these labels (Fuck) I
cut the
bullshit off like a
razor (Cut, cut) I
shock the
game like oh-so-hard, game in like a
taser, just like a
laser (Be-be-be-bew) I'm precise when it come to the
paper (Pow) Oh, you ain't heard track number seven? It's still bye-bye, see ya later (Don't play) Fuck a
hoe where's the
profit if I
were to saved her, yeah They want all of me I
walked through the
storm, so why they stop me now? It's been hard for me to tell you how I
feel, 'cause I
know you're scared to love Yeah, and it's like every time I
wake up in the
morning Niggas already been plotting down on me I
realise that all that shit is not important I
keep my focus and protect my energy