ITEM Lyrics

she don't give me no stress cos she just a item, gyally with the fatty everybody like em

Public pussy nobody fi wife em, if that's your gyal

You gone kiss on the place that ieee ieee i, i cum

Face like Nicki not the nicki i want

Couldn't even put the pussy on my sideburn, if the pussy beat more than my

Anywhere there's money she deh, she can smell money by the clothes that we wear ay um

All the baddies love the thugs in my set, black gang looking like a art silhouette

How you don't suck dick but you smoke cigarette

With your face looking like you took a dose of regret

She call a brother broke yeah I'm broke to a sket

Baby i ain't gonna trip over a night I'll forget

She fuck up the bedroom tryna get a brother vex but I call room service to clean up the mess

She Mad

For a girl who loves music soo much she should've had Jhene Aiko lyrics in her head

It goes "He's no item"

"Please don't like em"

"He don't wife em"

"He one nights em"she never listen though

Cos there's something bout the fast lifestyle when your fucking with a criminal

I love me a item no headache who don't care where her mr bean been teddy today

No arguments nothing petty just hit me up if you ready

she don't give me no stress cos she just a item, gyally with the fatty everybody like em

Public pussy nobody fi wife em, if that's your gyal

You gone kiss on the place that ieee ieee i, i cum

Face like Nicki not the nicki i want

Couldn't even put the pussy on my sideburn, if the pussy beat more than my

Anywhere there's money she deh, she can smell money by the clothes that we wear ay um

All the baddies love the thugs in my set, black gang looking like a art silhouette