paroles de chanson Butter - Litface

Yuh
Aye, aye
Aye, yuh

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Shine on my skin like it's still summer
When I throw change, no you can't change up
Life like a dream and you won't wake up

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Shine on my skin like it's still summer
When I throw change, no you can't change me
When I walk in she be like, baby

Yuh
I've been waitin' at the gate
She said, I just wanna play
I said, we don't need to wait
I'm in take off mode
Now she actin' like a snake
On a plane, now she unhinged
She don't like to waste
I'ma go hard
And go home, motherfucker
I'ma take mine
And take yours, motherfucker
I don't got time
I take yours off your wrist
If I don't like mine
I'll take yours for a spin
Hah

And I'ma have a good time
With theses bright lights
In my Off-Whites
With the clique by my side, yeah

Aye

And I'ma have a good time
With theses bright lights
In my Off-Whites
With the clique by my side, yeah

And the windows all tinted
With the drip all down
On that big boy shit
With that LA Sound
Got the bass on high
And that drink go down
Got a chick on the line
And another face down
Huh
You don't really want none
Never needed any gun 'cause I got guns
Never needed any fun 'cause I got funds
Flippin' stack after stack with a pop shove

Aye

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Shine on my skin like it's still summer
When I throw change, no you can't change up
Life like a dream and you won't wake up

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Shine on my skin like it's still summer
When I throw change, no you can't change me
When I walk in she be like, baby

Aye, yea
She be like, babe
Aye
She be like, babe
Uh, yo, yea
It's what I'm sayin' man

Butter
My brother what up
Got a nutter but she stuck up
And brought another
Shorty cut up, wanna cut up
Got homie number
He a runner, call the plug up
The shit got plugged up
Shut the fuck up, 'cause you fuckin'
Don't mean you fuck up
Just because this bitch your cousin
Ain't tryna fuck her
From the gutter, on my come up
Now watch me come up
Every mornin' like the sun up
You probably wonder
How he does it, or he doesn't
It's to discover
We just keep things under wraps
Man they under cover
Aweh naw, we don't say shit
Cake fits big as the plate is
LITFACE bangs bitch, face it
Y'all been on the same shit
Y'all been on my dick
Ooouu, take it
Already on our swag and our language
Tryna be the same just as flagrant
Pussy, weed and money is my fragrance
Buttermilk thick how my thang is
Sing a couple songs then I rap
What my range is
Talk about love then I trap
What my age is
Celly always blowin' up with managers and agents
And we don't give a fuck about nothin' but where the bag is

Yeah

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Hottie on my arm like it's still summer
When I throw change watch how they change up
Life is like a dream and I won't wake up

Nah

Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Ten on my arm, man, she a stunner
When I throw change watch how they change up
Life is like a dream and I won't wake up

Nah
Yeah
Ah