Songtexte Sky Bri - Tlap

Tats on my left arm, but it ain't my shooter sleeve
Right wrist, Sky Bri if you ain't true to me
Sleep since twenty eighteen it ain't new to me
Pull-up on her late night, got to pay the booty fee
In the back with a nine, three fourths what a ruler be
I got fire kicks, but I walk with some cooler feet
Brodie sliding with a switch like granny pulled it off a tree

I play with bands on the back of a boat
Stack em' all up, give a fuck if they blow
Windy as fuck so I stop at the sto'
Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do'
She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat
She down on her knees so I must be the pope
She sucking the dick like a baby with toes
Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast

Got my dog in the back so you know I ain't doly
I don't check my rollie cause I know I got time
Mac sauce in the bag if you lack double stack so slap
Boy you really ought to try
No cash in the stash right now
I'm just buying my time
Got my get back from the back, really my slime
She don't get sad, she get dirty and mad so I call her my grime
That's just my type
That's just my kind
Pussy devine, go deeper than mines
The way I get money it must be a crime
You would be right
Please just be quiet
I know the rules but I will not abide
She came just to talk but she went for a ride
I want the smoke but I'm already fried
Doing it right
I got yo bitch from the back and she throwing it back
Like she tryna make that shit drop
I get the money so fast that you coming in last
Like it must be your favorite spot
They call me Eugene I got that sauce that turn your friends to opps
I'm gone get between and make her scream, I don't care if you there or not
I ain't give a fuck how you feel back then so you best not place no bet on it now
I been going hard for so long that I can't even remember what it's like to be bad or down
She my lil dancer, every time she come thru I make her take a bow
I make this shit look so easy you think you'd go round for round

I play with bands on the back of a boat
Stack em' all up, give a fuck if they blow
Windy as fuck so I stop at the sto'
Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do'
She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat
She down on her knees so I must be the pope
She sucking the dick like a baby with toes
Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast

You be on the gram more than real life
I be in the crib with yo bitch making movies like American pie
She never get tired, I don't know why, but I
Looked into her eyes, she told me you ain't that guy
I really don't think about her, unless she standing right here
I got five

I play with bands on the back of a boat
Stack em' all up, give a fuck if they blow
Windy as fuck so I stop at the sto'
Finnesse me a coat and I'm back out the do'
She ride like a champ, but her throat is the goat
She down on her knees so I must be the pope
She sucking the dick like a baby with toes
Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast