(pink) AFTERPARTY
Four dollars and a dream
Skin thick like evergreen
People I used to look up to
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me up now
I'm cooling like I'm from the Chilltown
(Mira)
Imma boss (Bitch)
I call the shots (You miss)
I'm with the murder team
Connect the dots
We in the building
It's going down
Oh you know him?
He's going down
Imma King call me sire
Emperador and this is my empire
I'm exotic like papayas
Ese chico es de los Maya
A living prophecy
No Messiah
Draco The Dragon
I spit fire
Look but don't touch I'll set you on fire
Welcome to my afterparty (Party)
I'm rolling with a bunch of baddies (Baddies)
During the week we killin' it
It's the weekend and still killin' shit
Mira homie
How far we going
Out zonin'
Beastin like the amazon'in
Feastin' like all my plates is foreign
Arroz con gandules pourin
See, this is all a dream
But never stay snorin cause
We in the building
Bow down
How low can you go now?
Four dollars and a dream
Under the money tree
Cause the only shade I do is under palm trees and evergreens
Palm trees
Evergreens
Evergreens and palm trees
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
You know why this is called pink y'all?
Cause it makes a man feel alive
I'm alive
And soft
Like
Pink
Look at me
Look at me
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Oh!
Skin thick like evergreen
People I used to look up to
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me up now
I'm cooling like I'm from the Chilltown
(Mira)
Imma boss (Bitch)
I call the shots (You miss)
I'm with the murder team
Connect the dots
We in the building
It's going down
Oh you know him?
He's going down
Imma King call me sire
Emperador and this is my empire
I'm exotic like papayas
Ese chico es de los Maya
A living prophecy
No Messiah
Draco The Dragon
I spit fire
Look but don't touch I'll set you on fire
Welcome to my afterparty (Party)
I'm rolling with a bunch of baddies (Baddies)
During the week we killin' it
It's the weekend and still killin' shit
Mira homie
How far we going
Out zonin'
Beastin like the amazon'in
Feastin' like all my plates is foreign
Arroz con gandules pourin
See, this is all a dream
But never stay snorin cause
We in the building
Bow down
How low can you go now?
Four dollars and a dream
Under the money tree
Cause the only shade I do is under palm trees and evergreens
Palm trees
Evergreens
Evergreens and palm trees
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
You know why this is called pink y'all?
Cause it makes a man feel alive
I'm alive
And soft
Like
Pink
Look at me
Look at me
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Mírame a mi
Mírame
Oh!
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Pelaez Orozco
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