Paint Lyrics

She could see through the paint

I got blood on my jeans

Mike amiri my jeans she not marrying me

When you got motion they tryout for the team

Imma player my bitch is a don

Boosting her status she look like a swan

Yea she matching my fly got on yves saint laurent

Man a nigga been holding this pain in a blunt

Had to pickup the backend I slid to the front

She was sippin on don got her drunk in the funct

She a pretty lil bitch I'm in love with her hair

Call up my twizzy he slapping the spot with a punch

(He slapping the spot with a punch)

She in the spot with her friends and she blushing

I took off my shades in the spot I'm bussin

I want her right on my side no discussion

Made em bring me another I told her it's nothing

Never knew I could rap

She didn't believe me she want me to take her on tour

She like how long you been in the spot

Never seen when you walked through the door

She all in the business she trying to get close

I'm high off these drugs she not pleasing my dose

If it ain't bout money she know imma ghost

(If it ain't about money she know imma ghost)

She with her man and they bumping my music

He saying I'm trim

Balling on niggas I don't need a court Just to show you I'm stuck in the gym

Gle truck gotta hop inna big body when I head to my show

Fill up the truck with some baddies I slide with my fans

Been around town a few times but I still haven't found me the one

Nut after nut she keep going

She said my true colors is showing

I'm way deep in her belly controlling

Girl imma artist imma paint on your face

Show me you with me I won't make you wait

Steady leaving her lashes when she come to my place

We could've been back with eachother but you still on that shit that was keeping me outta your way

Hookah drinks for the bitches they all get that treatment inside of the spot

Came with a baddie she tuckin the glock

Right through the door we gon slide with a knock

Shout out my twizzy he slide inna benz

Amg tinted up same for the lens

Popping a ten and I'm hitting her friend

After the show I go pick up a ten

She could see through the paint

I got blood on my jeans

Mike amiri my jeans she not marrying me

When you got motion they tryout for the team

Imma player my bitch is a don

Boosting her status she look like a swan

Yea she matching my fly got on yves saint laurent

Man a nigga been holding this pain in a blunt

Had to pickup the backend I slid to the front

She was sippin on don got her drunk in the funct

She a pretty lil bitch I'm in love with her hair

Call up my twizzy he slapping the spot with a punch

(He slapping the spot with a punch)

She in the spot with her friends and she blushing

I took off my shades in the spot I'm bussin

I want her right on my side no discussion

Made em bring me another I told her it's nothing

You could bring me a bottle it's nothing