Island Lyrics

Uh

Real nice, real nasty

Miss Blaze

Like this

It sound like I'm right on an island

That nigga keep blowing me up

He calling my phone

The number is private

I think I just did it again

The dick it be having me wilding, aye

He say it's a sin to be this fine

Come look at my body, Uh

I know that I'm driving him crazy

So, I find the nearest asylum

I got a bag, and I'm guessing he mad

It's giving me

Hmm, bitch tendencies

He got me rocking blue, red and white diamonds

I tell him we look like the Kennedy's

Cop me a chain, then put Blaze in a flame

Outlined in baguettes for the pendant, please

He know that I'm with it

I'm brown, and I'm litty

That's why he be calling me Hennessy

Nasty

I leave my jewelry on at the beach

Got sand in my ass cheeks, okay

He got my name tatted on his neck

He rocking high fashion, alright

These bitches too busy making me a threat

That's why they can't pass me

She got my name popping in her head

It's spreading like acne

Like, really I'm not with the shit

Just pass her tissue, she need it for tears, Uh

Bitches be claiming they better than me, but ain' seen better in years

Pop me a cork, I think rapping a sport

I love how the crowd just give me cheers

Made 'em Hold On

The hardest bitch out

You know any verse I can clear

I got the juice, he gone squeeze

I told him to get on his knees

He know that I'm fine and love when he beg

Yeah, so I make 'em say pretty, please

I'm with my man in the trap spot

If he need some space, I'm an astronaut

I bring the sand to beach shit

Who you know that can rap on this beat, bitch

It sound like I'm right on an island

That nigga keep blowing me up

He calling my phone

The number is private

I think I just did it again

The dick it be having me wilding, aye

He say it's a sin to be this fine

Come look at my body, Uh

I know that I'm driving him crazy

So, I find the nearest asylum

It sound like I'm right on an island

That nigga keep blowing me up

He calling my phone

The number is private

I think I just did it again

The dick it be having me wilding, aye

He say it's a sin to be this fine

Come look at my body, Uh

I know that I'm driving him crazy

So, I find the nearest asylum

Bitches be rapping, they ain't saying shit

Just rhyming real fast, they get a pass

Hoes ain't got talent, glad this ain't a pageant

We already know that you coming last

Pretty as fuck, and I'm solid

We fucking I make him be quiet

Cause I don't want bitches to know that we fucking

I tell all my cousins "that nigga be lying"

'Cause I hate a nigga that cap

He love how I rap

He be saying my lyrics

I fuck him good

I'm waiting on you to come tell me you want me

I feel on pecks while he give me wood

Ain' fucking that nigga

You know that's my homie

You get it, you got it, it's understood

Riding with Z

I was learning the streets

For my niggas, I'm whipping

I'm bustin' jugs

I know what I want, and that's ya' dick

I'm typical

I don't think you're sad, I just think you really pitiful

But, I still want you to get behind me

And watch me, back it up and dump it

Back-back it up and dump it

It sound like I'm right on an island

That nigga keep blowing me up

He calling my phone

The number is private

I think I just did it again

The dick it be having me wilding, aye

He say it's a sin to be this fine

Come look at my body, Uh

I know that I'm driving him crazy

So, I find the nearest asylum

It sound like I'm right on an island

That nigga keep blowing me up

He calling my phone

The number is private

I think I just did it again

The dick it be having me wilding, aye

He say it's a sin to be this fine

Come look at my body, Uh

I know that I'm driving him crazy

So, I find the nearest asylum