Lyrics Christian Louboslimes - B2R

Christian louboslimes, I know my sneakers bloody
Rolex tell my time, I know that bitch she love me
I just fuck that bitch and know I swear she buggin'
That bitch tryna' see me yea she think I cuff it (Ooh)
Never lack no time, I know my nigga see em'
Came in with my slatt, wipe a nigga clean
I just threw them racks, ball like triple b
I ain't pop no pill, brodie off a bean
I just slowed down time, my double cup with lean
Two door coupe Maybach
Oops I'm gettin' them racks
Just copped the newest patek, it attack
Hop out the benz, I tell her relax

Yeah
Jump out the benz and hop on a jet

Hop out the benz, then hop on a jet
Her friend joinin' in, well yea thats a bet
Designered down, yea thats a couple bands
I drive the whip like I'm tryna' wreck
Bitch I'm too raw, thats just how I'm feelin'
I stay on the gas like I'm in a vette
Might hit it raw, yea I'm nasty
My thumb in her ass, I'm getting her wet
(Yeah, Yeah)
Ain't felt this way in a minute
Bro hit my phone and I told him lets get it
Used to couldn't see, but now its vivid
Niggas they just talk it, they don't live it

(Aye)
Niggas they just talk it, they don't live it
(Yeah)