Figaro ft. Domsta Lyrics

I had to set it up, need to see the figaro

Cannot be not sure no more

Hope two condoms can't be low

I just seen the red smoke coming out my remembrall

Thought I wouldn't need the lube, now my dicks crooked like a bow

Tomorrow's Saturday night, Saturday night fever

I'll be on the dance floor, thinking bout my dinner

Fancy well cooked steak, feeling like a sinner

Accompanied with fine wine, fill it to the border, uh

I can't get when someone's robbing and running for nothing

You don't need to harm yourself and pass all your life running

You could educate yourself and be a better person

I've seen all the episodes, gon' be your last season

I had to set it up, need to see the figaro

Cannot be not sure no more

Hope two condoms can't be low

I just seen the red smoke coming out my remembrall

Thought I wouldn't need the lube, now my dicks crooked like a bow