Rare Music feat. Romanchikku, Reggie Sinatra & Youthlovefreedom -
Cheesesteak (feat. Romanchikku, Reggie Sinatra & Youthlovefreedom) - Single
Cheesesteak (feat. Romanchikku, Reggie Sinatra & Youthlovefreedom)
Making my homie a sandwich till he pass out
Taking out the cheese in my Philly Cheesesteak
Only care bout the guap
Fuck what the beef say
Think about witch dream whip I'm finna buy
When I wake
Fucking with the outsider you know inside
That's a mistake
Hopping out with the mask on so I can flee the jakes
I'm an asshole too homie
Medusa slut I eat snakes
What the fuck I say
Monkey see monkey do
So monkey feel what he supposed to
Do I know you?
Back off my aura
So I'm not gon hold you
Imma fold you with that blade in my hip
RIP PNB so notice when I'm selfish
Feel like imma dope boy
I'll slang water to a shellfish
We back at it
Like sheets collide the mattress slides
And then conscious fen to dip
And call it magic
Activate the primal love
Call that attraction
Blunt so large filled with stems and actual baggage that
That all the cabbage couldn't fit
Cause the habits I've built within the print
I let that burn so
Think to myself are we really meant to exist
Or does it hurt to
Much
To consume like everything
And still act cordial
I replace the word with a synonym
Mind feeling to boastful
I shoulda told you
If it wasn't for the vibes November eighth
I wouldn't hold you
Now I'm with the rare gang
On waves
And we steady coasting
Remember fine times
When we talking with the crooks
As we sat up late
Reminiscing bout them books
Thinking after death yeah
Shit is how it looks
And all this sentimental shit
I just took up in the hook
It's paper after paper
We be looking like we major
I be chilling in the sauna
While I'm reading on some manga
Topped off by a model
While I'm thinking never mind her
If that's your chick
Creep from right behind her
Girl what's your name
I'm like fuck it what's your sign
If that booty looking good
Let me creep from right behind
Looking so damn good
Yeah we chilling in the Audi
Thug em, fuck em, leave em
Then I pass the fucking marly
Asking what's the reason
If you ask I never need em
Cause these hoes always changing
I'm like bro now what's the season
Taking out the cheese in my Philly Cheesesteak
Only care bout the guap
Fuck what the beef say
Think about witch dream whip I'm finna buy
When I wake
Fucking with the outsider you know inside
That's a mistake
Hopping out with the mask on so I can flee the jakes
I'm an asshole too homie
Medusa slut I eat snakes
What the fuck I say
Monkey see monkey do
So monkey feel what he supposed to
Do I know you?
Back off my aura
So I'm not gon hold you
Imma fold you with that blade in my hip
RIP PNB so notice when I'm selfish
Feel like imma dope boy
I'll slang water to a shellfish
We back at it
Like sheets collide the mattress slides
And then conscious fen to dip
And call it magic
Activate the primal love
Call that attraction
Blunt so large filled with stems and actual baggage that
That all the cabbage couldn't fit
Cause the habits I've built within the print
I let that burn so
Think to myself are we really meant to exist
Or does it hurt to
Much
To consume like everything
And still act cordial
I replace the word with a synonym
Mind feeling to boastful
I shoulda told you
If it wasn't for the vibes November eighth
I wouldn't hold you
Now I'm with the rare gang
On waves
And we steady coasting
Remember fine times
When we talking with the crooks
As we sat up late
Reminiscing bout them books
Thinking after death yeah
Shit is how it looks
And all this sentimental shit
I just took up in the hook
It's paper after paper
We be looking like we major
I be chilling in the sauna
While I'm reading on some manga
Topped off by a model
While I'm thinking never mind her
If that's your chick
Creep from right behind her
Girl what's your name
I'm like fuck it what's your sign
If that booty looking good
Let me creep from right behind
Looking so damn good
Yeah we chilling in the Audi
Thug em, fuck em, leave em
Then I pass the fucking marly
Asking what's the reason
If you ask I never need em
Cause these hoes always changing
I'm like bro now what's the season
Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Breton
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