LML Lyrics

Eyes on the prize

Mind on the gold

Hand on her thigh

When it rise she explode

Got her cumming by the gallon n the boatload

Screw her then I bolt when I nut bitch I'm long gone

No need to prolong the evident

Strap long like the trunk on a elephant

Make her moan in the bathroom on the sink leaking

She done

Pass her on to my nigga

Listen

Then it's back to the racks and the heat I release on these beats

I been out of the game but knee deep in these cleats

Nigga fuck the fame I need M's like gin need Seagrams

Y'all sleepin we vamp for the Brie

Yea

Ounce of that gas in the air

Got me hazy

Days of jet lag fill my thoughts

Shit is crazy

Thinking lately

What the fuck will it take for my break

When the day reach

Arms out for who wanna gate keep

Gang gang with me we stay deep

Came from the loins of a slain breed

She came for the coins and the name BEAAST

You don't compare we ain't the same please

I'm making moves fuck out my way please

You don't compare we ain't the same please

I'm making moves fuck out my way please

All you really do is talk the talk

Plain to see you never walked the walk

Murder scene your outer line in chalk

Celebrating daily pop the cork

Your bitch on me crazy like to stalk

I just want the head

I just want the bread

Bout the quiche no need to leech my own

If it ain't about the mula leave me 'lone

All you really do is talk the talk

Plain to see you never walked the walk

Murder scene ya outer line in chalk

Celebrating daily pop the cork

Ya bitch on me crazy like to stalk

I just want the head

I just want the bread

Bout the quiche no need to leech my own

If it ain't about the mula leave me 'lone