Element

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's out my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin when I'm steppin' in
30 bottles of Azul, tell 'em, "Send 'em in"

I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangsta, but I like to party
Pop a -, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn -, I'm cold-hearted

That's why I like a bad gyal (whoa), like Riri (wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (hold on)
I sold that Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"

I can't - with broke -, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the - like she Mimi

I never hit a - more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her - good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi

I don't talk to - 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
(Rrr) bullets blastin'

All the opps mad that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly

And I'll take your - in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler, "Patek it"
And it's all VVS and flower settings

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's out my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin when I'm steppin' in
30 bottles of Azul, tell 'em, "Send 'em in"

I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangsta, but I like to party
Pop a -, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn -, I'm cold-hearted

Yoz, what you tellin' me?



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Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Yosief Tafari
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