Mermaids
DJ Muggs, CRIMEAPPLE
Woah bitch wanna facetime me in the section
Talkin' bout "Whachu doin, I’m horny"
(You horny bitch?)
I'm in a different time zone
She talkin' bout get on the PJ
(Fuck is wrong with you?) you’re silly bitch
Yeah yeah (Woah)
Gravity gotta cease to exist you come
Up with somethin' this fly
Showin' you my net profit it
Might fuck up your high
Collect watches I've got nothin' but time
Look in the ride I ain't tryna
Get slumped in the ride nah, it seems
I'm like Keenan pickin' up on the vibe
Motherfuckers is dundo I can see
It in their eyes
I don’t know if it’s the fact y'all
Ain’t recoup or you runnin' with goof
Or the fact that your bitch sendin' me
Nudes tellin' me that I’m cute
I take a cue from Uncle Luke
And tell her "Pop that pussy"
Little bitch, come sock it to me
You better learn to let that bitch go
Somewhat of a light stepper if
You steppin' on my toes
Oh you didn't mean to impose?
Well I suppose that's why you froze
Stub nose on his nose, nobody knows
My flows on wax that's a kilo legend
What they droppin'
That's placebo effect shit
Your ego is threatened
I'm a human Arecibo message
God made me you never ever seen such effort
(Nope) watchin' all the flowers bloom while
I'm tannin' in Cancun
You're just a buffoon
My Movado like family heirlooms (Aye yai yai)
Problems I got a handful but
It's nothin' I can't do
Whenever shit be gettin' hairy I
Come up with the shampoo
I made the butter go and
Gave her nothin' but samples
When Jada was weighin' dope on
The shit that weigh Shamu (Woo)
Vacation on the coast, 30 on me
Julius Randle (brrr)
Fall off? Bitch I don't plan to nah
Straight into the pot out the bird cage
Powder swimmin' like Mermaids
Stove Jesus rose on the third day
Balenciaga fur Drake
They're like "Stove it's been a year"
Bitch I'm worth the wait
They like "Stove what it
Cost" bitch it's thirty-eight
Twenty-three for a half a plate
Why would you ever buy half a plate? Brr
Ah
If it don't cook right I just can't sleep
Send my shooters in the Rubicon Jeep
(Brr, bah bah bah bah)
My dawg said he livin' just as good
As he did on the street
He up north ballin' he Fred VanVleet
(Ha ha ha ha)
Ran the price up and brought the stock home
(I did)
Swear these rap niggas gotta have Stockholm
How you been gettin' raped for years
And you still not gone?
I'm the gold-wrist pot Don
Stove Jesus thorn crown on my
Head while I rock raw (Woo)
Stuck off the realness
Still water whippin' is you fillin' in?
(Fillin in')
I bring the cash out at the dealership
Chinchilla draggin' out the S550 Benz
Bitch we a million in (Haha)
The sky's the limit drop the ceiling in
And if there's holes in
Their investigation boy
Don't you go fill in it ha ha ha (Stove)
Straight into the pot out the bird cage
Powder swimmin' like Mermaids
Stove Jesus rose on the third day
Balenciaga fur Drake
They're like "Stove it's been a year"
Bitch I'm worth the wait
They like "Stove what it
Cost" bitch it's thirty-eight
Twenty-three for a half a plate
Why would you ever buy half a plate?
Written by: AARON M SCOTT, LARRY E. MUGGERUD, SEBASTIAN DAVID VASCOLyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC, Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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