fmfcee - LoVe (feat. Bskii & AP) Lyrics

You're all a bunch of f*ckin' assholes
You know why
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me so you can point your f*ckin' fingers
I say, that's the bad guy
Ain't Pillow' soft like these rappers, ain't the same fabric
I won't clutch a pistol, I'ma clutch the automatic
Man, I swear to God, she fine, baby let me come and have it
I ain't 21, but I'ma f*ck her like a savage
Took two letters out of love, I was left with LV
She wanna f*ck a rockstar, make her call me Elvis
I can't f*ck her in the crib, took her to the telly
Baby, let me clap them ass cheeks
Clutchin' the guitar like a f*ckin' rockstar
Told the bitch, stop playin' with me, go pour up some wockhardt
I been skirting' out the club, Lot with the top off
Need a freaky lil' Asian bitch, I take a top off
Ayy, ayy, walkin' with that Drake, shout out Miranda Cosgrove
Five, five, six, green tips, let the shots go
Too much cheese inside my pockets, you can't touch its nachos
I been on that gang shit, slidin' with the bros
Don't give a f*ck about you, rather go and f*ck these hoes
Done f*ck the shorty good, she said she feel it in her soul
She ask me where I'm from, I said, lil' bitch, I'm from Kosovo
I be with the birds, don't give a f*ck about hoes
Damn this Wock hittin', I can feel it in my toes
Squad deep, Five deep, got banana clips every single day of the week
Shorty want my bread, but I can't share my wheat
I don't f*ck with ops, I heard they the police
Ain't Pillow' soft like these rappers, ain't the same fabric
I won't clutch a pistol, I'ma clutch the automatic
Man, I swear to God, she fine, baby let me come and have it
I ain't 21, but I'ma f*ck her like a savage
Took 2 letters out of love, I was left with LV
She wanna f*ck a rockstar, make her call me Elvis
I can't f*ck her in the crib, took her to the telly
Baby, let me clap them ass cheeks
Clutchin' the guitar like a f*ckin' rockstar
Told the bitch, stop playin' with me, go pour up some wockhardt
I been skirting' out the club, Lot with the top off
Had to earn my stripes, I ain't talkin' bout Adidas
Pour a pint of wockhardt, kick it with my feet up
All these bitches lyin', I ain't f*ckin' with no eaters
I'm a big boy, mama, so I'm ridin' with a heater
I'm a big boy stepper, I can't let you step with me
Got a burner on my hip, it's about 500 degrees
All this jewelry on my neck, I'm tryna avoid the freeze
Lay it down gently , yeah, she gon' get soaked for me
Ain't Pillow' soft like these rappers, ain't the same fabric
I won't clutch a pistol, I'ma clutch the automatic
Man, I swear to God, she fine, baby let me come and have it
I ain't 21, but I'ma f*ck her like a savage
Took Two letters out of love, I was left with LV
She wanna f*ck a rockstar, make her call me Elvis
I can't f*ck her in the crib, took her to the telly
Baby, let me clap them ass cheeks
Clutchin' the guitar like a f*ckin' rockstar
Told the bitch, stop playin' with me, go pour up some wockhardt
I been skirting' out the club, Lot with the top off
Need a freaky lil' Asian bitch, I take a top off