JAMES BOND Lyrics

(Hey, yuh, hey master, master never what you thought it was, hey)

Yuh, Hey

Master, master never what you thought it was

And pass the grass, they call me the exotic plug

The master tactics, fuck that bitch up on the rug

I'm fanning, laughing, hundreds like I paid the bond, aye

I told that bitch she need to bundle up

I covered up the Cookie smell with the Saint Laurent, aye

I told that bitch I need to hit a run

I'm rolling up that three.5 in the Bottle Blondes, aye

I told her"Baby can you see the sun?"

She out here moving undercover like she James Bond, aye

I told her"Baby go and shake some"

I know that shit too fat like a freight truck

I know that bitch talk back when I say some

But she throwing that shit back so it say some

I got some liquor in the back you can chase some

Who got a lighter or a match? I'm a face some

I got shit up in the safe you can't take none

I'm a save it for the day that the rain come

That shit hitting to the face like the bass drum

Bitch I'm smoking out the earth you can't lace none

Bitch you smoking hella dirt, see the face crumbs

A hundred rounds, and let it burst like a grape does

I wine and dine her in my slides and a tank top

But this Givenchy bitch so they could never say none

I rock a fitted, bitch still pulling like a crane does

I pull it up just clean as fuck, like the maid does

A couple p's just in the trunk when the raid come

I'm stepping shit just through the mud when the rain come

I don't know how the fuck we came to the same club

That shit just stay up in my brain, Novocain love

I told that bitch"We not the same" she can't change none

I told her"Pull it through the pain" like a train does

I'm feeling euphoric, the bitches adore it, aye

Call me the florist, I pull up and tour it, aye

You walk in the shoes, but you barely afford it, aye

I told her"sit back in your place, and absorb it" aye

I got the whole frame staying in orbit

I got a couple hoes back, I can't wait to ignore them

And now I fit the whole Track, in the lane it's enormous

I got to keep them hoes packed, like sardines in accordance, aye

Who knew she'd be a mad fiend in the morning

I got to keep a bad thing, even though she be snoring

I got to wake her up right, put that shit in her organs

And blow it like a bagpipe, this is not an accordion

(Yuh, that shit is not of importance)

(Aye, yuh, that shit is not of importance)

(Aye, that shit is not of importance)

(Aye, yuh I guess it's kind of important)

Hey, master, master never what you thought it was

And pass the grass, they call me the exotic plug

The master tactics, fuck that bitch up on the rug

I'm fanning, laughing, hundreds like I paid the bond, aye

I told that bitch she need to bundle up

I covered up the Cookie smell with the Saint Laurent, aye

I told that bitch I need to hit a run

I'm rolling up that three.5 in the Bottle Blondes, aye

I told her"Baby can you see the sun?"

She out here moving undercover like she James Bond, aye

I told her"Baby go and shake some"

I know that shit too fat like a freight truck

Master, master never what you thought it was

And pass the grass, they call me the exotic plug

The master tactics, fuck that bitch up on the rug

I'm fanning, laughing, hundreds like I paid the bond, aye

I told that bitch she need to bundle up

I covered up the Cookie smell with the Saint Laurent, aye

I told that bitch I need to hit a run

I'm rolling up that three.5 in the Bottle Blondes, aye

(I told her baby can you see the sun)

(She out her moving undercover like she James Bond)

(Hey, I told her baby can you see the sun)

(She out her moving undercover like she James Bond)

(She out her moving undercover like she James Bond)

(Hey, yuh, can you see the sun)

(She out here moving undercover like she James)

Master, master never what you thought it was

And pass the grass, they call me the exotic plug

The master tactics, fuck that bitch up on the rug

I'm fanning, laughing, hundreds like I paid the bond, aye

I told that bitch she need to bundle up

I covered up the Cookie smell with the Saint Laurent, aye

I told that bitch I need to hit a run

I'm rolling up that three.5 in the Bottle Blondes, aye