Текст песни Lust - Miyami

Aye, yeah, Yami...
Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah

30 Round drum got the Mac and it's tucked
In love wit the Yami she knowing it's lust
Spinning the bottle ain't giving her trust
She poppin her pill I ain't feelin no drugs
30 Point hollow I'm feeding 'em slugs
He talkin on wax so he thinkin he tough
She got a thing for them niggas who scrubs
I'm all about dollars, I'm counting my nugs

Told her I'm mackin' ain't falling in love
Thug... came out of the bottom, like mud
Need some attention, ain't giving her hugs
Flood... beating it down like a rug
Seen what it ain't but you knew what it was
I'm stackin my fetty and keeping it stuffed
Singin that murder, i'll send 'em Above
No time for Lil Shawty she pushing and shove

Slid through, needle down, face shots
Fell in love wit the sound when the bass drop
Hoe after hoe been a mack fore the tape dropped
Spittin game, what they wishin but they not
She in her feelings, she knowing the game locked
Opp on a tray, serving fresh plate hot
Been round the way, but I'm getting her legs propped
Baby momma? She thinkin she next up
Fussing and trippin she talkin from chest up
Told her bring me the dough we gone rest up
Wet up, If he play get 'em tecs up
Out the east, I ain't goin for set ups
Scorpio love and she play with berettas
Need me a glock when I'm chasing the chedder
Roger that, hitting off court like I'm Feder
We aiming up top, like I'm writing a header
Yeah

No I can't be your man, no I can't be your man
No I can't be your man, no I can't be your man
No I can't be your man, nah, be your man
No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man
No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man
No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man