Sapphire

I'm cutting the strings, no puppeteering
She still looking good with her diamond earrings
Toppin' me off, ruined my Amiris
Sapphire ring we ain't getting married
I'm fucking the bitch that I met in Paris
She flying out here just to get embarrassed
I'm chilling with Boom in Grover Terrace
You claiming some shit but I never said it

We Teeing him Up
Ain't no tech or no foul, no black or no white, we the refs of ourselves
Standing together, the rest of my crew, we blessing your health
She walk on the streets with no clothes on, displaying herself(ooooh)
Displaying herself(yeah yeah)

Moncler clothes, all on my floor
Window tint, reflecting her soul
Some of me bad, but some of me good You coming around, you should know how it goes
You saying a lot that I don't understand
Spicing it up with no pepper in hand
The belt on my waist costs more than some land
Your 40 that's spraying it missed all my mans
I'm taking a break, I ain't popping these xans
Hop on my dick cause I shouldn't have fans
Pull up on her and she listening to plans
Her pussy is bomb, gotta call her Iran
I left you alone, you should know the reason
I'm getting stoned, you call it treason
Topia twins, might have a threesome
Night is still young, might swim in her deep end

We all know what you got in store
Ain't good as shit except being a -
The diamonds, they shining, I got them fresh out the core
Her body so good, I made her nudes my decor

We Teeing him Up
Ain't no tech or no foul, no black or no white, we the refs of ourselves
Standing together, the rest of my crew, we blessing your health
She walk on the streets with no clothes on, displaying herself(ooooh)
Displaying herself(yeah yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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