Lyrics: Naseem
Music: Naseem
Yeah, I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so I took a trip to France
I just spent 2000 on a shirt and a pair of pants
If you niggas couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
I love poppin' Perkies, that's my baby, love the 'Xans
Had to cover up, couldn't do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They'll be hating outside the club when they can't even get in
I just seen lil' mama Instagram and she flexin'
Don't care about your puppies
Just that a*s and them breastses
Oh girl you a model d**n I never woulda guessed it
And if you tryna throw out all them vibes I'ma catch 'em
The world has gone to s**t and we all know that
People freakin' out like hit the Prozac
Leon DeChino shorts got all the blogs mad
Well f**k the internet and you can quote that whoa
Yeah, I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so I took a trip to France
I just spent 2000 on a shirt and a pair of pants
If you niggas couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
Look at me now like Chris Brown
I'm a king, that's my queen, better bow down
All the hoes on my line 'cause I'm up now, yeah
Come through when she's not around, yeah
I'm just playing, bae, you know I'm here to stay
This is real love, I ain't here to play
I need real drugs, not the fake Perks, but the real ones
I remember I was caught up in my feelings
Yeah, I miss the way that this sh*t used to be
F*cking famous hoes in California, this sh*t new to me
They say that I changed since I got money
Well that's news to me
'Cause through all the bullsh*t that they threw
I still stay true to me and that's truthfully
For all the lies and scrutiny
For all the times they used to be
Talkin' down on my name, now they wanna come around
But they ain't new to me
I used to think you was everything
Now you not even cool to me
I used to think you was everything
Yeah, that's how I used to be
Hit it from the back
Look back at me, I like that
She so naughty for that sack
I got sauce and she like that
Wanna lick it off me, little old me
Hit your spot then slit my T
Niggas bitin', Tyson Lee
Velcro pockets, super flea
Radar watch, it can't be seized
Swag disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
His and her's designer tees
Your flow's old, update it please
little old me
Hit your spot then slit my T
Niggas bitin', Tyson Lee
Velcro pockets, super flea