Cashmere ft. D-Sprite Lyrics

Bitch I got that shit on me just like I was a fucking pamper

Took a trip to paradise your bitch pussy was my camper

Bitch I'm not Allen Iverson I don't got your answers

Bitch turn me up just like when you in the mirror dancing

I'm my biggest hater but I always prove myself wrong

Going through some shit by yourself that make you headstrong

Told this bitch let's fuck on the floor like the beds gone

Bro you got to stay dangerous you don't want to be a sad song

She giving me them eyes at the club like boy come here

Girl I'm no Romeo but I can make that makeup smear

I just get the bows and then I make them disappear

Bitch said I was boyfriend material I'm like this sweater cashmere

Couldn't get a hold of you, straight liar

Was in search for a Luxury, Rare fiber

Produced in the middle of spring, B3ST timing

If u know ur fabric, U know I got to have it

Light-elastic, Do-Not-Touch, it-is-a-classic

Soft like a Tempur-Pedic.-pedic, pedic

Once I Cashmere Strut on Thy Scene, defeated

Trips and expensive wear, I need it

Ménage à trois, with Thy wife and Slut, I need it

Serve me Delicacies, While My Pinky extends

Heaven on Earth, who would want this to end

Every, everywhere I go I make friends

Work hard, to play hard's, A-trend

Bound to act-up, Act-right or Get-left

My Passport asked me, What We On next

Ha-ah, What We on Next? I said What We on Next