Saucy
Yeah, think about me, baby, oh
Think about me, baby, oh
Montana, wanna see me fall
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This gon' rock the fall with 'em
You wanna see me fall
Like the seasons, both fall in fall
Like the trees, it's gon' fall with 'em, oh
Don't know what it cost
That's why I'm saucy, yeah
Suit on like I'm Rothstein, yeah
I'm so saucy
Montana so saucy, yeah
One life, live it up, hate strong, fillin' up
Engine sound like a twelve cylinder
Net worth, top demand, sneeze, I drop a band
Stunt like Muslim on Eid, I cop the Lam'
When I get hot head and cold feet
I got heat 'em up
Facilitate, disintegrate through the
Harry Truman in that presidential suite
Or Keanu Reeves in that white 'Rari speedin' (Skrrt)
You know I'm comin' when you hear the trunk
Chain clickin' and it got choppers if you duck the punches (Punches)
I don't do the brunches
Or yoga with Russell, I do
Batch house with crunches
I'm in the back, black with duffels
Ice chilly, blind your left eye (Eye), milli' up
Heart full of fire, gasoline
Drugs through that hail storm
You don't skate like ice on herringbone
Stony, I practice it, West Indian OV (Woo)
Think about me, baby, oh
Montana, wanna see me fall
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This gon' rock the fall with 'em
You wanna see me fall
Like the seasons, both fall in fall
Like the trees, it's gon' fall with 'em, oh
Don't know what it cost
That's why I'm saucy, yeah
Suit on like I'm Rothstein, yeah
I'm so saucy
Montana so saucy, yeah
One life, live it up, hate strong, fillin' up
Engine sound like a twelve cylinder
Net worth, top demand, sneeze, I drop a band
Stunt like Muslim on Eid, I cop the Lam'
When I get hot head and cold feet
I got heat 'em up
Facilitate, disintegrate through the
Harry Truman in that presidential suite
Or Keanu Reeves in that white 'Rari speedin' (Skrrt)
You know I'm comin' when you hear the trunk
Chain clickin' and it got choppers if you duck the punches (Punches)
I don't do the brunches
Or yoga with Russell, I do
Batch house with crunches
I'm in the back, black with duffels
Ice chilly, blind your left eye (Eye), milli' up
Heart full of fire, gasoline
Drugs through that hail storm
You don't skate like ice on herringbone
Stony, I practice it, West Indian OV (Woo)
Credits
Writer(s): Rory Quigley, Karim Kharbouch, Myles Martin
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