(Desire) it's lil' Rino
I'm really talkin' on this bitch
Just hear me out (talkin')
Just listen (talkin', talkin')
Maybe you'll learn somethin' (talkin')
The pussy ain't mine if she ain't got my name on it
Slacks ain't got no crease, I need 'em starched, I don't want no stains on it
I'll whack your ass in my suit, but it's Brioni, I don't want no stains on it
(You smell me? I don't want no stains on it) yeah
Yeah, catch me, city, rollin' 'round the H in some shit you never heard of
Gotta pay my f*ckin' lawyers off, get my brother off for this murder
If I run you some shit that happened, you can't never speak about it, it's omertà
Am I really satisfied with the man that I see up in the mirror? (In the mirror, in the mirror)
I'm talkin' about my life
I'm talkin' about that nigga that's never wrong, think he always right
Already seen an M, now I'm tryna see a B
When I bought this Sedan, it came with both keys
If it ain't 'bout the money, just keep shit brief
Ain't none of these niggas gon' checkmate me
Tell the contractor, "I need marble floors" (I need marble floors)
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot (yeah, escargot, escargot)
Heart ain't got no room for a bitch, so I bought her a suite (ooh, ooh)
S-class key sweep her off her feet (her feet, her feet, her feet)
You want a trip overseas and let him buy you fake CC (CC, CC, CC)
I know a new Birkin'll make you forgive me (forgive me, forgive me, me)
She can't see past diamonds, that's as far as she see (she see, she see, see)
These bitches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens (as queens)
Oh, man
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot
Bitches wanna be seen as queens (Desire)
These bitches wanna be seen as queens
These bitches say that nigga a fiend
Ay, these bitches wanna be seen as queens
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
Throw that ass back right now, look
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
I'm in somethin' so fast, you can't catch me on the E-way (E-way, E-way)
How many drinks you gotta have until a nigga get to your hotspot?
Fell in love with bein' by myself, I don't really pop out
I don't want these niggas up in my picture, they gettin' cropped out (cropped out)
I'm like MJ with the gloves on
Muddy shit in my Styrofoam
Singin' to you like my microphone
I'm damaged, baby, you can see it up in my eyes, I don't wanna do you wrong
Yeah, you want me, we can motherf*ckin' try, but it won't last long (brrt)
She keep tryna go through my phone
She keep tryna see what a young nigga on
Lil' baby, I'm bad to that bone
You can't be in my close friends 'cause you know I be gone
I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
Baby girl, I'm not none of them trash niggas
I ain't none of them average niggas
You a bad bitch, I'm a bad nigga
I'm so happy I ain't get catfished
I'd be sad, nigga, I'd be sad, nigga
Only reason I be rappin'
I be gettin' motherf*ckin' racks in
In my end, that's all I'm tapped in
In your end, that's how I'm tapped in
Last nigga couldn't do nothin' with you
So he had to motherf*ckin' turn me in
I be singing like a f*ckin' reverend
I be gone off this f*ckin' medicine
And I'm higher than a f*ckin' pelican
Like the president, I go through hella shit
Let me see what my schedule is 'fore I let you in and just be damaged, bitch
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(Desire) it's lil' Rino
I'm really talkin' on this bitch
Just hear me out (talkin')
Just listen (talkin', talkin')
Maybe you'll learn somethin' (talkin')
The pussy ain't mine if she ain't got my name on it
Slacks ain't got no crease, I need 'em starched, I don't want no stains on it
I'll whack your ass in my suit, but it's Brioni, I don't want no stains on it
(You smell me? I don't want no stains on it) yeah
Yeah, catch me, city, rollin' 'round the H in some shit you never heard of
Gotta pay my f*ckin' lawyers off, get my brother off for this murder
If I run you some shit that happened, you can't never speak about it, it's omertà
Am I really satisfied with the man that I see up in the mirror? (In the mirror, in the mirror)
I'm talkin' about my life
I'm talkin' about that nigga that's never wrong, think he always right
Already seen an M, now I'm tryna see a B
When I bought this Sedan, it came with both keys
If it ain't 'bout the money, just keep shit brief
Ain't none of these niggas gon' checkmate me
Tell the contractor, "I need marble floors" (I need marble floors)
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot (yeah, escargot, escargot)
Heart ain't got no room for a bitch, so I bought her a suite (ooh, ooh)
S-class key sweep her off her feet (her feet, her feet, her feet)
You want a trip overseas and let him buy you fake CC (CC, CC, CC)
I know a new Birkin'll make you forgive me (forgive me, forgive me, me)
She can't see past diamonds, that's as far as she see (she see, she see, see)
These bitches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens (as queens)
Oh, man
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot
Bitches wanna be seen as queens (Desire)
These bitches wanna be seen as queens
These bitches say that nigga a fiend
Ay, these bitches wanna be seen as queens
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
Throw that ass back right now, look
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
I'm in somethin' so fast, you can't catch me on the E-way (E-way, E-way)
How many drinks you gotta have until a nigga get to your hotspot?
Fell in love with bein' by myself, I don't really pop out
I don't want these niggas up in my picture, they gettin' cropped out (cropped out)
I'm like MJ with the gloves on
Muddy shit in my Styrofoam
Singin' to you like my microphone
I'm damaged, baby, you can see it up in my eyes, I don't wanna do you wrong
Yeah, you want me, we can motherf*ckin' try, but it won't last long (brrt)
She keep tryna go through my phone
She keep tryna see what a young nigga on
Lil' baby, I'm bad to that bone
You can't be in my close friends 'cause you know I be gone
I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
Baby girl, I'm not none of them trash niggas
I ain't none of them average niggas
You a bad bitch, I'm a bad nigga
I'm so happy I ain't get catfished
I'd be sad, nigga, I'd be sad, nigga
Only reason I be rappin'
I be gettin' motherf*ckin' racks in
In my end, that's all I'm tapped in
In your end, that's how I'm tapped in
Last nigga couldn't do nothin' with you
So he had to motherf*ckin' turn me in
I be singing like a f*ckin' reverend
I be gone off this f*ckin' medicine
And I'm higher than a f*ckin' pelican
Like the president, I go through hella shit
Let me see what my schedule is 'fore I let you in and just be damaged, bitch
I'm really talkin' on this bitch
Just hear me out (talkin')
Just listen (talkin', talkin')
Maybe you'll learn somethin' (talkin')
The pussy ain't mine if she ain't got my name on it
Slacks ain't got no crease, I need 'em starched, I don't want no stains on it
I'll whack your ass in my suit, but it's Brioni, I don't want no stains on it
(You smell me? I don't want no stains on it) yeah
Yeah, catch me, city, rollin' 'round the H in some shit you never heard of
Gotta pay my f*ckin' lawyers off, get my brother off for this murder
If I run you some shit that happened, you can't never speak about it, it's omertà
Am I really satisfied with the man that I see up in the mirror? (In the mirror, in the mirror)
I'm talkin' about my life
I'm talkin' about that nigga that's never wrong, think he always right
Already seen an M, now I'm tryna see a B
When I bought this Sedan, it came with both keys
If it ain't 'bout the money, just keep shit brief
Ain't none of these niggas gon' checkmate me
Tell the contractor, "I need marble floors" (I need marble floors)
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot (yeah, escargot, escargot)
Heart ain't got no room for a bitch, so I bought her a suite (ooh, ooh)
S-class key sweep her off her feet (her feet, her feet, her feet)
You want a trip overseas and let him buy you fake CC (CC, CC, CC)
I know a new Birkin'll make you forgive me (forgive me, forgive me, me)
She can't see past diamonds, that's as far as she see (she see, she see, see)
These bitches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens (as queens)
Oh, man
I'm slow off this drank, I'm cooked, escargot
Bitches wanna be seen as queens (Desire)
These bitches wanna be seen as queens
These bitches say that nigga a fiend
Ay, these bitches wanna be seen as queens
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
Throw that ass back right now, look
Throw that ass back right now, baby, like it's your B-day
I'm in somethin' so fast, you can't catch me on the E-way (E-way, E-way)
How many drinks you gotta have until a nigga get to your hotspot?
Fell in love with bein' by myself, I don't really pop out
I don't want these niggas up in my picture, they gettin' cropped out (cropped out)
I'm like MJ with the gloves on
Muddy shit in my Styrofoam
Singin' to you like my microphone
I'm damaged, baby, you can see it up in my eyes, I don't wanna do you wrong
Yeah, you want me, we can motherf*ckin' try, but it won't last long (brrt)
She keep tryna go through my phone
She keep tryna see what a young nigga on
Lil' baby, I'm bad to that bone
You can't be in my close friends 'cause you know I be gone
I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
Baby girl, I'm not none of them trash niggas
I ain't none of them average niggas
You a bad bitch, I'm a bad nigga
I'm so happy I ain't get catfished
I'd be sad, nigga, I'd be sad, nigga
Only reason I be rappin'
I be gettin' motherf*ckin' racks in
In my end, that's all I'm tapped in
In your end, that's how I'm tapped in
Last nigga couldn't do nothin' with you
So he had to motherf*ckin' turn me in
I be singing like a f*ckin' reverend
I be gone off this f*ckin' medicine
And I'm higher than a f*ckin' pelican
Like the president, I go through hella shit
Let me see what my schedule is 'fore I let you in and just be damaged, bitch
Writer: Deante Adam Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC