TH3 - MF Element Lyrics

And if she got good neck, then I might end up
You can't tell what I'm on, but you know I'm not slippin
Not on what I'm on, I can tell by your pimpin'
I'm a Leo, the Taurus the reason I'm limpin'
And if she got good neck, then I might end up simpin
My voice can go high-low, like air-bagged suspension
But I'm up here with Jefe, at Element trippin'
Shit, huh, shit
I'm sippin', drank in this Benz, I might swerve, I can't spill it
Shit, yeah, I been so goddamn high
Off this gas, I can feel it
Huh, shit, yeah, I'm too OGE, no opps
If I had them, we'll kill it
Huh, shit, now all they hoes on our dicks
And we don't pay 'em attention
My voice can go high-low, like air-bagged suspension
I had seen him on Main, but that nigga was flinchin
I been tryna go to London, have drinks & get Tipton
But I'm up here with Jefe, at Element trippin'
You can't tell what I'm on, but you know I'm not slippin
Not on what I'm on, I can tell by your pimpin'
I'ma Leo, the Taurus the reason I'm limpin'
And if she got good neck, then I might end up simpin
What you say three? That's not cool
And I ain't even from the street, but I just gotta keep a tool, hey
See, I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, f*ck you
And I'm just goin' to get my money, ain't hangin' round no fool, hey
Yea I'm sippin' drank, mixed with cranberry
I'm so high up in this hotel, I think Jane about to get married
And when I leave, I pull off in that Benz, the old people get scared
I'm talkin' 'bout vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I had that old lady scary
Chop-chop, I'ma lock up this, fool
Oh shit, there go the police, don't stop for him, dude, ooo
You don't gotta believe it, still goin' up too
I'm still poppin' my shit like a collar gon' do, ooo
Might get slim-body, wide-body, GTR, baby
See, right now I got Benz, so you know I'm not crazy
Not f*ckin' with 12, my name Tom, but not Brady
Always talkin' bout Benz, but don't never say Mercedes
Switch up the whip like I switch up the clothes
Stop textin' me, trippin' this shit 'bout a hoe
See, lil' shawty can stay, but that boy gotta go
See, you thought she was for you
Ain't think she would go
Oh, oh, oh
She gon' get naked in Benzo
That nigga ain't even my friend, bro
Stop tellin' me shit about him, hoe
Hoe, woah, woah, woah
Huh, shit
I'm sippin', drank in this Benz, I might swerve, I can't spill it
Shit, yeah, I been so goddamn high
Off this gas, I can feel it
Huh, shit, yeah, I'm too OGE, no opps
If I had them, we'll kill it
Huh, shit, now all they hoes on our dicks
And we don't pay 'em attention
My voice can go high-low, like air-bagged suspension
I had seen him on Main, but that nigga was flinchin
I been tryna go to London, have drinks & get Tipton
But I'm up here with Jefe, at Element trippin'
You can't tell what I'm on, but you know I'm not slippin
Not on what I'm on, I can tell by your pimpin'
I'ma Leo, the Taurus the reason I'm limpin'
And if she got good neck, then I might end up simpin
And if she got good neck, then I might end up
You can't tell what I'm on, but you know I'm not slippin
Not on what I'm on, I can tell by your pimpin'
I'm a Leo, the Taurus the reason I'm limpin'
And if she got good neck, then I might end up simpin
My voice can go high-low, like air-bagged suspension
But I'm up here with Jefe, at Element trippin'