Текст песни BUTT SEX - Pertinence

Yeah, yeah
I bet I

Bet I look good in a sundress
Got em' all pressed like what's next
Casual brunch then butt sex
Oh shit, nah fuck that
Diggin' down deep in the deets double dutch that
Double those D's like gees gotta clutch that
Q's and the P's and the bees in the birds nest
Packing my peace with the tree and a Cubs hat

Shit huh, bitch want a guy like me
6 foot 3, dad bod high key
Still on a yacht Maldives out east
Stepping on the beach doo doo, my B
Mad at yourself don't pick on me
Cause ya numbers gone down and ya peaked last week
Boy ya better get a job, Uber Eats the beef
A lean mean machine you can't compete with me

Boy I been around the business
Smells like fish without the chips
Talked to labels, A and R's, they all be promising the kid
That I'm him they say you got next up we love you 'Perminence'
They don't know a single fucking song tho
Why they on my dick

Bet I look good in a ball gown
Book the whole place get it shutdown
Straight from the bus to a buss down
Send a late text no stress no butt dials
I got flames hit the bank like 'kachow'
Spit a 'lil game she in love now
Got a 'lil brain hmm what now
Got a 'lil brain she a

Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up
Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup
Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up
With these lil kids tryn' be what I once was
I don't do trends, no friends, just us now
365 x 5 no touchdown
Gotta come clean I love it in SoCal
Stumble on scene, on set like sup' y'all

I got 99 notifications on my phone, it's sick
Post it, caption, tap it, comment section, 'Perty hot as shit'
On my sister, uncle, brother, cousin trust we gon' be rich
Diamonds dancing do the Macarena, moonwalk do the splits

Research fore' you hit me
Don't me hit too pretty
Expensive no kidding
No Sarah, McKenzie
No re-up got plenty
My new bitch need Fenti
New Gucci, obsession
Got sushi, get sexy

Bet I look good in stilettos
Here take this get mellow
Young rich toxic fellow
See a 'lil snack pack bitch say hello
Run through fields he run through the meadow
Tryin' pay bills, get real, get settled
He a big deal, real stones on the bezel
Boy they get chills, he silk, he special

Boy it's 4th down can't pass can't rush though
Everybody rap, shit cut throat
Doing my thing keep it hush low
Doing my thing keep it uh oh
See you on the way, oh damn got lost bro
See you at the top, got dropped from a condo
New magazine nude bod for a costume
New money tree mom shop at Costco

Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up
Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup
Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up
With these lil kids tryn' be what I once was
I don't do trends, no friends, just us now
365 x 5 no touchdown
I was 18 with a dream out of Scottsdale
I was 19 when I popped could have stopped there

Boy I been around the business
Smells like fish without the chips
Talked to labels, A and R's, they all be promising the kid
That I'm him they say you got next up we love you 'Perminence'
They don't know a single fucking song tho
Why they on my dick