August
"Yeah, that's what I am, I'm out here
I completely have confidence in my ability
I'm not, I'm not tripping on having to over-flex or anything
I have accomplishments and they speak for themselves
Man, I must be a real rapper"
Aight, yeah (Let's go!)
Uh, he's the realist, and he really in this, real shit
Rappin' like I'm Mr. Mac Miller, kids
He in the buildin', in the voice you hearin'
Real shit, in this bitch pussy like a drill-bit
MILFs get hunted down, pussy age like fine wine
Busy on' the clock and at work, it's hard to find time
Tits shaped like clementines, curves you amassed
Finna know ya, put the magnifying glass to all that ass
Uh, It's fire everywhere we go
Been working out a lot? Cause damn baby it shows
Here to cause some chaos, shoot your mans with paintballs
Broads see my ass and think that I play baseball
Shit, "How'd you make out? Ummm pretty good, but I think she forgot her takeout
When I see her next, we gettin' a table at the steakhouse
Man, she's so brilliant, she the shit, got me even acting like a kid again
All these fine women, Imma never make my children
I don't keep track of bodies, that's obvious but
That ass look good in the sundress, that's obvious hun
Excuse us, for the tardiness, this one is a devious one
So, what you in it for? pretty sure it's more than just lunch
I plan on getting dessert and more of ordering such
I know, I'm too much and I know that it sucks,
But we can still have some fun, I give you more than enough
What? it's time to celebrate, and the top candidate
She loves to delegate, so you better get it straight
When's the wedding bae? fuck the system, babe, just do it for your sake
I been a great, I'm being straight, so in the bed, do what I say
And I ain't fuckin what's his name, and no need to feel intimidation
Waiting patiently, I'll make you feel this shits a simulation
Disbehaving, this intimation, she feel the bedframe breakin'
Not just spitting raps, I'm also picture painting
I'm impatiently, waitin' to be in that pussy man, procreating
Grand slam, load the bases, in the zone, bring 'em home
Damn, well aren't we acting fuckin grown?
Now I'm in album mode, everything I touch, it turns too valuable
But "you already know"
I got to give a fuck about a slut, cause they got power bro
Freaky, when you driving slow, and but even finer though
Never will they tire with the higher moans
I might as well retire, let's go and find a home
I completely have confidence in my ability
I'm not, I'm not tripping on having to over-flex or anything
I have accomplishments and they speak for themselves
Man, I must be a real rapper"
Aight, yeah (Let's go!)
Uh, he's the realist, and he really in this, real shit
Rappin' like I'm Mr. Mac Miller, kids
He in the buildin', in the voice you hearin'
Real shit, in this bitch pussy like a drill-bit
MILFs get hunted down, pussy age like fine wine
Busy on' the clock and at work, it's hard to find time
Tits shaped like clementines, curves you amassed
Finna know ya, put the magnifying glass to all that ass
Uh, It's fire everywhere we go
Been working out a lot? Cause damn baby it shows
Here to cause some chaos, shoot your mans with paintballs
Broads see my ass and think that I play baseball
Shit, "How'd you make out? Ummm pretty good, but I think she forgot her takeout
When I see her next, we gettin' a table at the steakhouse
Man, she's so brilliant, she the shit, got me even acting like a kid again
All these fine women, Imma never make my children
I don't keep track of bodies, that's obvious but
That ass look good in the sundress, that's obvious hun
Excuse us, for the tardiness, this one is a devious one
So, what you in it for? pretty sure it's more than just lunch
I plan on getting dessert and more of ordering such
I know, I'm too much and I know that it sucks,
But we can still have some fun, I give you more than enough
What? it's time to celebrate, and the top candidate
She loves to delegate, so you better get it straight
When's the wedding bae? fuck the system, babe, just do it for your sake
I been a great, I'm being straight, so in the bed, do what I say
And I ain't fuckin what's his name, and no need to feel intimidation
Waiting patiently, I'll make you feel this shits a simulation
Disbehaving, this intimation, she feel the bedframe breakin'
Not just spitting raps, I'm also picture painting
I'm impatiently, waitin' to be in that pussy man, procreating
Grand slam, load the bases, in the zone, bring 'em home
Damn, well aren't we acting fuckin grown?
Now I'm in album mode, everything I touch, it turns too valuable
But "you already know"
I got to give a fuck about a slut, cause they got power bro
Freaky, when you driving slow, and but even finer though
Never will they tire with the higher moans
I might as well retire, let's go and find a home
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Writer(s): Joshua Cortes
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