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Treat Me Like The Pope Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Picked up a Mexican bitch, took her out of them streets
She ain't gotta sell candy no more
I'll fuck a regular bitch, make her feel confident
She ain't gotta take Xanax no more
Enthusiastic sex with my BFF
She ain't tryna be friends no more
Goyard, hold a whole lotta racks tryna hide you mad
You ain't gotta pretend no more
Niggas ridin' round with a rat
And your diamonds look' bad
And your jewelry don't hit no more
Grip her by the thighs and her ass
And I slide in until she ain't tryna take dick no more
I'm sippin' Ace of Spades in the room on my own
She ain't gon' walk the same when I send the bitch home
Goin' beyond, you niggas too slow
Rockin' Milan, my pockets got notes
Give me her time, she always devoted
Stay on my mind, she already know
Tellin' no lies, ain't no sugar coat
I'm the one with the flow, got her wet like a boat
Swimmin' inside till she overflow
Love her a lot like treasury notes
Ain't even try, she said I'm the goat
Feel like a God, treat me like the Pope
I wasn't buildin' up chemistry with the bitch
I was just fuckin' her mentally
Don't got no time to be showin' no empathy
She gon' remember I took her to Kennedy's
Yo girl be talkin' to me so explicitly
Tried not to hit it, but she keep on tempting me
Ain't no sufficiency when niggas mimic me, tryna perpetrate all in the infantry
Count' a lot of money, and I ain't never work for it
Diamonds lookin' sunny, bitches having twerk off's
She cheating on her hubby, she said that he a jerk off
I'm sippin' on the muddy, my styrofoam' purple
Different kind of ways that they could hurt you
Different kind of ways that they could hurt you
Picked up a Mexican bitch, took her out of them streets
She ain't gotta sell candy no more
I'll fuck a regular bitch, make her feel confident
She ain't gotta take Xanax no more
Enthusiastic sex with my BFF
She ain't tryna be friends no more
Goyard, hold a whole lotta racks tryna hide you mad
You ain't gotta pretend no more
Niggas ridin' round with a rat
And your diamonds look' bad
And your jewelry don't hit no more
Grip her by the thighs and her ass
And I slide in until she ain't tryna take dick no more
I'm sippin' Ace of Spades in the room on my own
She ain't gon' walk the same when I send the bitch home
Goin' beyond, you niggas too slow
Rockin' Milan, my pockets got notes
Give me her time, she always devoted
Stay on my mind, she already know
Tellin' no lies, ain't no sugar coat
I'm the one with the flow, got her wet like a boat
Swimmin' inside till she overflow
Love her a lot like treasury notes
Ain't even try, she said I'm the goat
Feel like a God, treat me like the Pope
She down to ride, cause I got them racks
Bottega slides, she fly to the max
Had to survive, I came out the trap
Never deprived, I keep her in fashion
I'm always applying that pressure the most
Boosting my pride, your bitch is on' go
You gotta thrive and go get some dough
You gotta try when they think you won't
I done made up my mind, I'm done movin' dope
They don't want me to shine, they know that I'm goated
I ain't write down a line, I talk like a poet
Kinda hard to deny, I dress like a pro
My old bitch, I had to let her go
Wasn't flexible enough for my schedule
Presentable and respectable
But, that don't mean she unforgettable
Picked up a Mexican bitch, took her out of them streets
She ain't gotta sell candy no more
I'll fuck a regular bitch, make her feel confident
She ain't gotta take Xanax no more
Enthusiastic sex with my bff
She ain't tryna be friends no more
Goyard, hold a whole lotta racks tryna hide you mad
You ain't gotta pretend no more
Niggas ridin' round with a rat
And your diamonds look' bad
And your jewelry don't hit no more
Grip her by the thighs and her ass
And I slide in until she ain't tryna take dick no more
I'm sippin' Ace of Spades in the room on my own
She ain't gon' walk the same when I send the bitch home
Goin' beyond, you niggas too slow
Rockin' Milan, my pockets got notes
Give me her time, she always devoted
Stay on my mind, she already know
Tellin' no lies, ain't no sugar coat
I'm the one with the flow, got her wet like a boat
Swimmin' inside till she overflow
Love her a lot like treasury notes
Ain't even try, she said I'm the goat
Feel like a God, treat me like the Pope