August Lyrics

"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