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Yung Bans – No Lip Lyrics

January 29, 2019 Azlyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
In this lil’ boy
In this lil’ boy
In this lil’ boy, [?]
Imma do these drugs, [?]
[?]

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hey, check out this drip, bitch
Don’t give me no lip, bitch
I don’t wanna kiss, make her suck on this dick tip
Heard you got my name in your mouth, talkin’ like a bitch
And you pocket watchin’ don’t worry ’bout what I get
Hey, all these bitches on my body, they can’t leave me lone
This that one on one shit, I don’t wear no damn V-Lone
Raf Simmons coat on my body got it straight from Rome
Twenty thousand for this fit, ya got this shit on

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Let’s go
Ya, got this shit on
Ya, got your bitch gone
Still that same young nigga wake up and kick a door
Please take a wrist for the door, huh
Hit for a brick of the snow, (ya)
Fuck on yo thot she a go
Ridin’ the drop with the hoe
Pull up and hop out the ghost
Got the cartiers on wit’ the Gucci loafs
Stick on me you know I’m gon’ blow
Pop too many percs I don’t want no more, ya
Diamonds on me like still, young nigga still can’t fuck with the man in the mirror
All white ice on me [?]
Whole game flipped the game dealer, robbers and killers

[Verse 2: Macintoshhh]
I’m gon’ do the race, fuck that case, you can’t catch me
I’m gon’ drip today, shawty late, he so next week
Say she wanna play, where I stay, she molest me
Told her pump her brakes, baby wait, why you stressin’, huh
Ooh, she a freak, freak, (ya)
I can’t feel no teeth, teeth, (let’s go)
Diamond on me fleek, fleek
Ain’t nothin’ ’bout me cheap, cheap
Fuck her I go deep, deep, (I go deep)
I pull up call B, B
I don’t do no repeat
I hit it and I deep, deep
Pull off in that GT
She lie he so street, street
Ain’t no love for Kiki
Unless he sign my lease, lease
Bitch ain’t shit for free, free
We gon’ trap all week, week
And I got your [?]
You can’t ever cheat me
I done put [?]
These niggas can’t see me
[?]
I ain’t even on [?]
And you know my swag on
How the fuck they gon’ teach me
I ain’t even no [?]

[Outro]
[?] all the way up
It’s that Mooktoven exclusive
Season 4 the mixtape niggas

Lil Uzi Vert – Introvert Lyrics

July 25, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ my money, I’m countin’ this paper
You fuck with me, 223 bullet in chamber
I promise you, leave your girl ’round me, I’ll take her
She didn’t wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don’t really be chasin’
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers
Baby, that [?] really wanna see you shake it
Swerve in the coupe and I’m countin’ that money, no charts
She said, “Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist”
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I’m drivin’ up in the Rolls Royce
I’m countin’ money when I’m bored
Stop countin’ money ’cause that’s what I do when I’m bored
If you really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, and [?] feel like I’m Floyd

[Interlude]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Japanese clip plays]
Uh, uhh, uhh

[Bridge]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m off the Xan’, she off Roc’
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin’ that pussy guitar
Smashin’ that bih’ like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin’ on ya
Margielas steppin’ on ya
Rick Owens steppin’ on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark
I am not regular, baby girl, you are the star
I am ballin’ like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin’ like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows

Tee Grizzley – Colors

February 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that’s my shit
Would of pushed Rico’s shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin’ money, why these niggas gettin’ mad?
Jump off the plane with a couple of M’s in the bag
If anybody play with me, it’s numbers on their head
We ain’t gon’ talk about it though, that’s the end of that

[Verse 1 ]
Trapping, I’m still into that
Address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas living like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catching bags, sending out and sitting back (aha)
Rolls Presi’ on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldn’t even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn’t even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don’t say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playing with joysticks to out in traffic blowing sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne, I’ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I’ma stack and get this paper right
But I’m spendin’ 60k a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon’ call you like you caused ’em
Fall up in the club, I can rain ’till it’s morning
Start in every game ’cause at practice, I’ve been balling (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell ’em pull up with them sticks and let ’em hit, you better not miss, bitch

[Bridge]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it de-cock
Ridin’ through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell ’em do something
Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi’s
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy

[Verse 2]
Key to the pad , key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets, don’t get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon’ knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you can’t get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
Bitch, don’t get yo’ head painted, you gon’ look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Riding through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailing us and you know what they good for
Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you ’bout that life, then what you looking shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M’s
Fourty on me, all big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, letting the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I’ma face ten
I ain’t supposed to be the shooter
I’m on top, but I still let it spray like it’s 4 days into July
I’ve been running red light in my city, I know it’s hot
I’d rather take the ticket, niggas want my top
It’s so many opp’s

[Outro]
I know some crips, know some treetops
Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang ’till it decock
Know some BD’s, I know some gangsta’s
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money, murder niggas that’ll paint ya

Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

January 13, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

December 28, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Stay up in your lane
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep your mouth closed
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
I was outside all the way from the morning
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

FUTURE – Mink Flow lyrics

October 20, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

Future – Mink Flow lyrics

October 20, 2017 Azlyrics

Below are the complete “Mink Flow” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 22 minutes ago.

Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

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[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

Roy Wood$ – Whole Lot (Remix)

July 25, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (no, no, nooo)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Mama a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
I like swimming as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like Marlon
I ain’t talkin Marlon Palmer
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swim in her sea like an otter
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say less ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta checks, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn cyatties, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face brain dead from a girl

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

Roy Woods – Whole Lot Remix Lyrics

July 23, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
? as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like ?
I ain’t talkin ?
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swing when ?
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say rest ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta ?, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn ?, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face ?

Shabazz PBG & Dolan Beats – Package

July 5, 2017 Azlyrics

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

March 24, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)