Namine ft. Marc Sauce Lyrics

Fitted cap with the brim bent

Stay lit like a incense

Skinny pants filled with big bands

New chucks got me feeling like the man

Understand that I don't give a damn

Swear I love it when she pop that thang

And she throw that ass back like a boomerang

She got the top cat and a real good brain

I might let this chick rock my Benny chain

But don't get spooked boo

I'm a buy you Jimmy Choo Choo

We could rock with the gang on the plane

Thang land on a strip right out in Peru

Thick slut with a big butt and she turned up off the pink dust

Tell your sis let's link up 'cause I'm trying to get with her too, her too

Ganja got it clouded so I'm taking off my shades

Music loud, now this function looking like a rave

Speakers playing EDM, we'll probably never sleep again

At 5 AM, lets call Khalifa, Wiz or maybe even Mia

Call me chief, I roll the kef up with the fucking reefer

On the mic I'm like a preacher giving sermon to my people

Creflo, mo' dollars

I love her if she swallows

Hit it with a condom, I can't have no baby mamas now

I feel like it's the return of the Mack now

But call me Kirby 'cause I eat it then I blow her back out

Gone

Ain't no time to react now

Run to the green like a cash cow

Pocket fat now, I never back down

WWE, man I'm drilling her back out

What's the facts now?

High off the codeine, no come the zine

Pull up in the all black now

Top down hell a clean

Never sober, just off the bean

And relax now, she a fan of me

Man, her next and her last is a lesser me

Bought her jewelry straight from Co Stephanie

But it just for me, boy it's just for me

Take care of yourself first

You a king boy, know your worth

How many times gonna run this shit back just to rehear the verse?

Peep the lyrics, I ain't got to curse

Top dawg, just run it up

Emo side, call her buttercup

Hit her once and she fell in love

Black hearts 'cause she know that I'll never fall in love

Top down but I'm just above

And I tell her where the car facts if I'm hitting that

Run to the field, every day I'm running track

I never snap back 'til snap back

Where the gang and the weed and the hash at?

Never lie about my coming or my past racks

I'm in the scat pack, I don't back track

Pussy nigga keep it back, back

Pull up and then I black, black

Kill' them