paroles de chanson Flea Flicka - Bari , Smino

Kiss my pendant
Point to the sky
And swing like Sammy
My gold skin like
Who the fuck want a Grammy?
Put my bullshit in a box
And let it burn like candles
Tryna fuck Meagan Goode and Meagan Fox on camera
My bitch watch Scandal
And your bitch so scandalous
300 for the kicks
Like Jesus wore sandals
But fuck it, I want the pounds
But fuck it, I want Phantoms
Like fuck it, I′ma be famous
Like fuck it, I'm a phantom, ayy
They say I want the cheese, yeah
They say I want the cheese
Baby shoot for the stars
That′s lemon squeeze
Yeah, you got a lot
Now lemme squeeze, ayy
You want me...
I want you and I want her
Baby girl, that's three, yeah
I pull up from like 40
Baby girl, that's three
I′m like Dezel in the Glory, ayy
Can I see them brown eyes through them Cartiers?
Had to break the bitches up just like Jerry S
Told ′em put me on the logo
Just like Jerry West
Yeah I'm a fuckin′ idol
Just like Ryan Seacrest
Me and shawty cut then
She had a C-section
Sometimes I feel like they're itching to throw them clamps on me
Hit ′em with the flea flicker, not scratch on me
I added everything up and had to subtract homies
Facts only
Measured success and cooked from scratch
Woah lil shawty curvy, pussy on Kirby
I couldn't pass on it
Heard they know my name here to Berlin
She threw that ass on me
Ben and Jerry, young nigga servin′
She threw that ass on me
Her partner textin' her mad 'cause she in the back, lonely
Told her it take two to do bidness but three a damn company
Plus I got enough of this dick to make a new damn country
I done had enough of this shit so back to the damn money
Smino why the fuck you be playin′?
You know your ass love me
Said I want the cheese
Grilled up when I cheese
Yanno I gotta find the parmesan
And long for the provolone
′Cause when that feta on my fingertips
I feel like I'm the goat
Locked in niggas, be locked in the fuckin′ studio
She on my digits tryna plan a visit
Make it congical