You a hoe when it comes to real life Hot tub, what that coffee feel like? Nice rug I ain't talking real pipe Cyclops on the twelve, come near, I I dress up when I hang with rich kids I guess I'm hanging with rich kids, hey I just thought of some new shit, yeah And we still watching bootleg
Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat? Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat?
You ain't ever seen a brown boy like this I shoulda seen your lips through your eyelids I shoulda bought some gas for the mileage Now my whip hella stuck with no pilot Indiana kinda hot for my biceps I ain't really got no biceps Why you always concerned who I kiss? Yeah, I just wanna call for a ride in
My baby's calling me I'm picking up like "hey babe" Asking where I'm at I just say "ok" [x2]
Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat? Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Fuck what you do to my head You should step out before you Find something bad You should call the cops When you give me a lift You should call the cops When you give me a lift
Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat? Say you wanna make a scene? Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Compositor: Omar Apolonio Velasco (Omar Apollo) (BMI)Editores: Songs Of Imagem Music (BMI), Omar Impala Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #37380161 em 19/Abr/2024