Lil Romeo

歌詞

Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin' Leather sweatpants that's Rick Owens Skinny so the blick showin' Semi with the dick showin' Private 757 big Boeing Tell my pilot I said get goin' Yellow bone with me skin glowin' Of course her friend joined They do what I say they be ten-fourin' And ain't no venmoin' Light the J like I be Lin knowin' The bay I'm ignorin' Blow the paper like a vent blowin' Just like some rent blowin It's Tunechi yo Clarecuzio Kitchen in the studio Soft top double R That's the Ricky Rubio Beautiful Diamonds dancin' like they in the musical Optical illusional Jordan Farmar - ceuticals Uh, ooh Uh, wait, wait Fuck is my lighter? Ooh wait Mm, yeah Uh And that's lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every floor be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo Wait Uh, yeah Uh, yeah That's Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah I bought a pint of some Master P, uh I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Last night I had a fight with my sleep I guess the coke got in my pores from touchin' all the bricks So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each I got 'em bitin' ears and bitin' they teeth I'm talkin' 'bout that good snow Temp low Don't be surprised if I sneeze Excuse me, God Bless me Thank you Socks on the coupe cover the ankles I'm drivin' so fast I might sprain 'em They be tryna' bite the style, like a Caymen But we know it's all Wayne, there's no Damon Only God could judge me Jesus piece on at my arraignment Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Explain it Dang, the dang chains on Lookin' sweeter than a Danish Paintin' pictures with his guts, artistic genius I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers "And in God I trust" Mwah My nina say she wanna get her body done Before I load the gun I told my bullets "All we got is us” Lambi on blades, propellers, blunt long as Coachella Mother knows best and daddy don't know no better I know you smell him, it's Young Tunechi Coca My uncle Rufusjust OD'ed, we burning down the dope house This shit calamitous, animals And they all with the shit, unanimous I'm sicker than an ambulance I'm shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pampering She foreign, Yugoslavian l throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin Ooh, wait, yeah yeah, uh And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every flow be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Uh, yeah, uh, yeah That chef boy'r T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah I buy a pound of some Master P, yeah I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait