Rough Justice

Matte black 'Rari
When we pull up, they're sorry
Blacked-out windows strictly
For those who are in the know
Talkin' real extra
Let me get you all the way together
Lookin' super-duper aeroplane fly
But now, you've got a crush

We be the kind that ain't got no scruples
We be the kind that break the law

Two-steppin' all through this town
Maxin' out your credit card
We tell them nothing, so they make shit up
I don't need any new friends

We got the fury, we got the smarts
We're waiting in the parking lot

You can't hang
With us
You can't hang
With us

See, we be kinda choosy, you put us in a movie
First in the jacuzzi, gang-gang all the way
Pupils dilated, you love it 'til you hate it
Follow me 'round the party, but I'm not in the mood

You can't hang
With us

They're cuttin' it with seltzer on the low-low
Reppin' Baron Samedi from the get-go
The things you do for blow or a little guest list
Have consequences (consequences, consequences)

We don't like to role-play, we need the real thing all day
Giving you the business, get boys and mistresses
We chase you 'round the houses, we can find where you live
Make you disappear, make it look like an accident
Champagne in plastic glasses, inside us is a wildness
So don't make it obvious, keep my name out your mouth
So don't make it obvious, don't be an easy lay

My, my, my
How the tables have turned
I would sit down if I were you (what?)
Do you think I was ramping up for an apology?

If you see us in the cut freely
Wired as fuck, double drop, breezy
If you see us in the cut, it's easy
Turn and run



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Harris, Kele Okereke, Louise Bartle, Russell Lissack
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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