pilates - summrs lyrics
[intro]
(desire)
nanana, uhh, woah
nanana, uhh, woah
[chorus]
baby, you know that you is a goddess, yeah, the finest
baby, you know i’m popping ‘roxy, i don’t do no molly
let me know what you end up deciding, is we rocking?
how the f*ck has you sculpted your body? must be pilates
in a maybach gls 600, yeah, i’m riding
everything i do is exotic, is exotic
no, lil rino don’t do the partyin’, the*, the partyin’
let me know when the plane departure, d*departure
no, lil rino don’t sip bacardi, buh*bacardi
and the way i’m living, gotta keep far of this, keep*keep far of this
she a bad b*tch, driving out in a audi, yeah, her audi
paint pictures like a artist, yeah, a artist
[verse]
pull a stick out on that dude
i don’t f*ck with that dude
and i dropped out of school
and i made it to the moon
and i miss my mama
having visions of you
why the f*ck it had to be you?
it should’ve been me
y’all feel me?
these n*ggas tryna k!ll me
but i’m rich as f*ck, nah, really
but it’s kind of hard to find me
all these labels tryna sign me
b*tch you stupid as f*ck if you tryna leave me
know it’s hard to replace me
know you wanna have my baby
somebody need to come save me
‘fore these f*ckin drugs take me
had to bang, got an early leave
d*mned if a n*gga take me
this codeine got me lazy
nodding off in my mercedes, maybach, probably
these n*ggas can’t copy me, honestly
know brenda would be proud of me, feeling your presence with me
i’m up right now fighting 1st degree, but the system ain’t stopping me
these pigs ain’t stopping me, your grandbaby a prodigy
know i always had a key (had a key, had a key)
[chorus]
baby, you know that you is a goddess, the finest
baby, you know i’m popping ‘roxy, don’t do no molly
let me know what you end up deciding, is we rocking?
how the f*ck has you sculpted your body? must be pilates
in a maybach gls 600, yeah, i’m riding
everything i do is exotic, is exotic
no, lil rino don’t do the partyin’, the*, the partyin’
let me know when the plane departure, d*departure
no, lil rino don’t sip bacardi, buh*bacardi
and the way i’m living, gotta keep far of this, keep*keep far of this
she a bad b*tch, driving out in a audi, yeah, her audi
paint pictures like a artist, yeah a artist
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