K-pop Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My career bout to blast like bubbly
Im not waitin for her to say she love me
I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still aint fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin in the Porsche, rockin Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while Im drivin, Im stainin the floor
I took it off track,
now Im ridin in sport (Yeah)
You stay in your feelings,
you never my boy
I cant come to the hood,
I pull a decoy
Another body drop
and they screamin my name
Im goin to L.A. on a private plane
Could never come back
and my family straight (Grrah)
Im touchable? No,
Im too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep
like a fuckin parade
Old jealous-ass niggas
tryna fuck up my pay (Ha)
Blast off, Rolls-Royce
Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist
and my neck and my ears
and my motherfuckin chains (Chains)
This drip out the trenches,
I know you gon dig it,
I come through this
motherfucker plain (Woah)
I cut up my wrist, soakin wet (Yeah)
and Coachella keep callin,
they wont see the face
I took her to China and changed up
her climate and now
she aint talkin the same (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Five nights up, still poppin and ragin
The SVR still lookin deranged (Yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
Hit em both same time,
both glad that they came (Its lit)
Keep me a vibe,
but cant keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs,
always keep em in training (Oh)
Tat a logo on the back of my brain
Dont ask me what the fuck am I thinkin
Back of these walls, Im full of that drank
Eric came through with a
little entertainment (Its lit)
829, got her lookin like space
Houston its a problem way we
bust in her face and shit
I came with the snakes,
no squids (Straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin the fest, I see it
She lovin the fest
(Straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I see it on her face,
and Im lovin that body
And lacin, I love you, l
il Spider and Drake
Yeah, I know you got taste,
if you love you some, take shots with me
If I love you, Ill drop you a
pin to a time and a place (Wait)

[Verse 3: Drake]
YSLll put a nigga six feet
I aint beggin when I tell a bitch, ＂Please＂
Me and lil Thugger on fleek
Now that lil ho wanna meet, ayy
What, what, what, what?
Fuck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
Im a young boy too Td
Wire just hit my account,
never seen that amount,
oh God, Im geeked
Been on the charts
for five hundred weeks,
so somebody love when I speak
Doin this shit just to show
we get down in the 6, man, i
ts bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, t
hat shit is perfect for the dippin
I dont care how wet I get her,
she wont catch me?
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin Tom Ford
Rockin her bed and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buyin out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy