TASTE OF ME Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Drinks on the menu with my card is my testament
Clubs with the darkest bathrooms
Where I'm praising it
Born in Estonia
But Benjamin my president
Put a smile in your face
Miks nii tõsine?
People around me really testing me
When they haven't even gotta taste of me
So when are you leaving I need an estimate
Got a fraction you thought you got the best of me
You thought you moved in
You were a guest to me
You threw shit around
You made a mess of me
So what you think id do
So basically
I threw you away
It was the destiny
Keeping the shots on me steady
Yet you call me petty?
You looking at me pretty
Or is you after my fetti?
Never dance to your tune
Never do that for a lady
There's one of me
But you
There's one too many
There's one too many
Splish splash
Imma give the hoes the dash yo
Smish smash
Lines up on the dashboard
Kissing cash
Stacks up on the bando
Sin bad
Licking syrup from an
Put you in a pot cook you up
Me a munch
Eat you out after breakfast
Imma call it lunch
Gram a pot
Simmer down
Toke and thanks a bunch
Who yo girl with
Think I know
Gotta hunch
Been around this long
Got people asking for old maze
Sitting listening to me
I'm nothing short of amazed
You look at me for company
You better up your pace
I'm sipping water cause
The henny wait for better days
I'm a man to die for
My bodyguard in the clouds tonight foo
Got everybody in my satellite
If you in my sights I'll take a bite
If you wanna get a taste of me
You gotta get close
Pray to me cause
I'm the father son and holy ghost
Fight or flight
I'm neither
I would rather strike a pose
Tonight forgetting how to count
Six, seven
Eight shots in me
And I'm loving everybody
I got eight thots on me
And I'm feeling every body
It is five AM
And we still getting naughty
I got Arab money
Make me feel real Saudi
I got eight shots in me
And I'm loving everybody
I got eight thots on me
And I'm feeling every body
It is five AM
And we still getting naughty
I got Arab money
Make me feel real Saudi