Full Metal Heart
It's P£Ri nice to
Meet ya'
Don't talk to shawty might deceive her
See how you're looking eyes are evil
It's P£Ri nice to meet ya'
I'm with this UK eater
Say she like my lingo
Bitch I say tomato!
Know I rep the Eagle
But I fuck wit Range Rovers
Don't do a chase this is not a chauffeur
Get you chain soakin'
Now your days is over
My money walk with leather fishnets all over
Pull up not a thang a sober
Club pogo
Now that bitch wide open!
They moving slow mo'
I'm on potion nitrogen
Your wife a hoe-hoe
Her legs is not closin'
You wanna cop some loud I then weigh it proper
You wanna cop some loud then I weigh it proper!
Eating good get on mi Bag poppa
But it bring the Heat like Dj Drama
Every day I go through that nostalgia
But I smoke like I ain't got no asthma
On god they tryna bomb us
Zip it up like its a fucking hazmat
Stuck up on this cellphone
If u could Sort Me out I need a drop soon
I know my place but know that you is not a goon
You better chill before the mandem turn platoon
You better chill you sound like you warm up a spoon
In the city don't act a fool just look for food!
Shady business
Fuck the Feds we Scooby Doo
Mystery Machine and the snack a baddie too
Mean motor
My estime meaner
She how I talk
I like her demeanour
I need big traction I'm going in deeper
Deep in my ways I'm going round circles
Yeah I'm going round circles
Steppin' on shells but ain't seen no turtle
I'm thinkin I'm Franklin
How I'm smoking on Purple
They ain't fucking with me Steve Urkel
Did that shit then I'm back in skrt mode
I was Taking that risk you was giving me Sermons
I'm picking up shells like a motherfuckin' Hermit
I made you my bitch and you took it for granted
Made you my slut and you took it for certain
Now you gotta top me like I'm topping this gram up
Meds in a box like a mofockin Grandma
Talkin in numbers forgot about Grammar
I'm in the streets till I get me a Grammy
Fuck Industry till I get my A Grammy
Can't fall asleep in the trap lil baby
At night gotta get up and stack shit baby
The Hill is steep when you slide lil baby
Need a baddie on my side lil brazy
I'll chill
If I wanna see me a heaven
I'm fucking these hoes six days outta seven
If you ain't exclusive
Options I got several
If you come bullshit
Then I swear you get severed
If I give you my phone
Don't you blow up my celly
But if I call
You best pick up in a second
Hat on my face like it's Texas
Harlem Shakin' through the pressure
It's me and my bitch in a Tesla
If there's a issue then you just text me
Kick it! I'm doing em dirts
Kick in the door and I'm doing em dirty
No shooter no thirty
Just me and this poker
Under your chin
Right where I poke ya'
Zaza smoking
Damn right it's potent
But
If you want the cheap shit then I could serve y'a
Ring ring
Top of the hill Yeah and I got service
Yeah Yeah
She want me near her cervix
And she damn near gorgeous
What can I say? Yesserski
They got gloves and blades but they ain't surgeons
Soldier Boyz talking with the Serpent
All equal ain't fucking with the servants
She thinks that I'm too certy
Her 5 inch nails
And she can barely scratch the surface
I don't ride the wave that your surfin'
I think that she too salty
If show her how I'm really swervin'
In the deadliest seat just lurking
Meet ya'
Don't talk to shawty might deceive her
See how you're looking eyes are evil
It's P£Ri nice to meet ya'
I'm with this UK eater
Say she like my lingo
Bitch I say tomato!
Know I rep the Eagle
But I fuck wit Range Rovers
Don't do a chase this is not a chauffeur
Get you chain soakin'
Now your days is over
My money walk with leather fishnets all over
Pull up not a thang a sober
Club pogo
Now that bitch wide open!
They moving slow mo'
I'm on potion nitrogen
Your wife a hoe-hoe
Her legs is not closin'
You wanna cop some loud I then weigh it proper
You wanna cop some loud then I weigh it proper!
Eating good get on mi Bag poppa
But it bring the Heat like Dj Drama
Every day I go through that nostalgia
But I smoke like I ain't got no asthma
On god they tryna bomb us
Zip it up like its a fucking hazmat
Stuck up on this cellphone
If u could Sort Me out I need a drop soon
I know my place but know that you is not a goon
You better chill before the mandem turn platoon
You better chill you sound like you warm up a spoon
In the city don't act a fool just look for food!
Shady business
Fuck the Feds we Scooby Doo
Mystery Machine and the snack a baddie too
Mean motor
My estime meaner
She how I talk
I like her demeanour
I need big traction I'm going in deeper
Deep in my ways I'm going round circles
Yeah I'm going round circles
Steppin' on shells but ain't seen no turtle
I'm thinkin I'm Franklin
How I'm smoking on Purple
They ain't fucking with me Steve Urkel
Did that shit then I'm back in skrt mode
I was Taking that risk you was giving me Sermons
I'm picking up shells like a motherfuckin' Hermit
I made you my bitch and you took it for granted
Made you my slut and you took it for certain
Now you gotta top me like I'm topping this gram up
Meds in a box like a mofockin Grandma
Talkin in numbers forgot about Grammar
I'm in the streets till I get me a Grammy
Fuck Industry till I get my A Grammy
Can't fall asleep in the trap lil baby
At night gotta get up and stack shit baby
The Hill is steep when you slide lil baby
Need a baddie on my side lil brazy
I'll chill
If I wanna see me a heaven
I'm fucking these hoes six days outta seven
If you ain't exclusive
Options I got several
If you come bullshit
Then I swear you get severed
If I give you my phone
Don't you blow up my celly
But if I call
You best pick up in a second
Hat on my face like it's Texas
Harlem Shakin' through the pressure
It's me and my bitch in a Tesla
If there's a issue then you just text me
Kick it! I'm doing em dirts
Kick in the door and I'm doing em dirty
No shooter no thirty
Just me and this poker
Under your chin
Right where I poke ya'
Zaza smoking
Damn right it's potent
But
If you want the cheap shit then I could serve y'a
Ring ring
Top of the hill Yeah and I got service
Yeah Yeah
She want me near her cervix
And she damn near gorgeous
What can I say? Yesserski
They got gloves and blades but they ain't surgeons
Soldier Boyz talking with the Serpent
All equal ain't fucking with the servants
She thinks that I'm too certy
Her 5 inch nails
And she can barely scratch the surface
I don't ride the wave that your surfin'
I think that she too salty
If show her how I'm really swervin'
In the deadliest seat just lurking
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Monthioux
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