Astronomia
Mhh mhhhh
Mh hmmm
(ya)
Yeah
Jump outta bed
Roll up a joint
I'm getting head
Freezing in summer I'm wearing my vest
Rodeo jeans like I came out the west
Fuck you guys and I say it with chest
I like my girls barely dressed
I don't show no love cuz I'm hard to impress
Shining so bright like LED
Life of the party I'm doing up LSD
Shoutout my boy Aztec he the MVP
What? Huh he the goat
Walk in my footsteps better take notes
My breaky is henny I ain't doing no oats
Shoutout to me I've been doing the most
Say "he got ego" of course I boast
Creepy ass bitch still save my post
Pourin' up drinks on drinks I'm pale as a ghost
Hittin that bitch then I'm doing the dash
Doing sex tape gotta put on the flash
I love my whisky I carry a flask
Feeling so drippy I do it with class
You bitches so fake, we see through the glass
Lost all my papers I'm rolling tobacco with cash
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Lining up hoes, where is my ex?
Beating my goals I feel like the best
Wearing my tracky I feel like a trapstar
Wrapped in my bally, smoking on cigars
I feel like Gadzhi
Trying this caviar my old life behind me
Cartier glasses, you cannot blind me
Ye
Yeah ye
Mh
Mh mh
Mh mhh
Mh mhhh
Mhh mhh mhh mhhhhh
Audemars watch and Cartier chain
Making these tracks can't get on my train
Fucking your bitch can't get in my lane
Can't be me so you hoppin' on trends yea
I got the baddest bitch she really the top of the range yea
Hoppin' on all her friends yea
I'm really the crème de la crème yea
She can't stop making a fuss
No that bitch ain't one of us
Got her fainting when we fuck
I think I love the way she buss
I know if I leave then she gon' make a muck
My dick so good I moan my name and cuss
Sippin' on X might give me cardiac arrest
But that's ok my heart turned cold a while ago
Crushin' on X might leave my soul to rest
But I can't help popping these perks
I want some more
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
huh
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Ya, Okay, Uhuh
(MVP)
(That's right)
Mh hmmm
(ya)
Yeah
Jump outta bed
Roll up a joint
I'm getting head
Freezing in summer I'm wearing my vest
Rodeo jeans like I came out the west
Fuck you guys and I say it with chest
I like my girls barely dressed
I don't show no love cuz I'm hard to impress
Shining so bright like LED
Life of the party I'm doing up LSD
Shoutout my boy Aztec he the MVP
What? Huh he the goat
Walk in my footsteps better take notes
My breaky is henny I ain't doing no oats
Shoutout to me I've been doing the most
Say "he got ego" of course I boast
Creepy ass bitch still save my post
Pourin' up drinks on drinks I'm pale as a ghost
Hittin that bitch then I'm doing the dash
Doing sex tape gotta put on the flash
I love my whisky I carry a flask
Feeling so drippy I do it with class
You bitches so fake, we see through the glass
Lost all my papers I'm rolling tobacco with cash
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Lining up hoes, where is my ex?
Beating my goals I feel like the best
Wearing my tracky I feel like a trapstar
Wrapped in my bally, smoking on cigars
I feel like Gadzhi
Trying this caviar my old life behind me
Cartier glasses, you cannot blind me
Ye
Yeah ye
Mh
Mh mh
Mh mhh
Mh mhhh
Mhh mhh mhh mhhhhh
Audemars watch and Cartier chain
Making these tracks can't get on my train
Fucking your bitch can't get in my lane
Can't be me so you hoppin' on trends yea
I got the baddest bitch she really the top of the range yea
Hoppin' on all her friends yea
I'm really the crème de la crème yea
She can't stop making a fuss
No that bitch ain't one of us
Got her fainting when we fuck
I think I love the way she buss
I know if I leave then she gon' make a muck
My dick so good I moan my name and cuss
Sippin' on X might give me cardiac arrest
But that's ok my heart turned cold a while ago
Crushin' on X might leave my soul to rest
But I can't help popping these perks
I want some more
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
huh
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Sippin' on X, Crushin' on X
Ya, Okay, Uhuh
(MVP)
(That's right)
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Writer(s): Jke Beats
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