Akillezz - Pierre Balmain lyrics

Yeah pierre Balmain
She only wanna fuck with my t-shirt on, uh
The bitch is vicious, I mean
Still pose - black and white pictures
Red lipstick sticks are riddled
Literally littering my apartment floor
Carpet, draws, and bed sheets she even
Leaves her tooth brushes
Who fuses this much duchess? I'm cursed
Everything gold becomes 'soon as I
Touch it My AP, hair locks
He's hiding that he's royalty
So, how could he not spoil she? I mean her
I mean you're
Berkin up the money tree that's a mean purse
You know the type of chick
That leaves her heels
On but takes off her jeans first? Uh
That's what I need in my life now
That's what you get with this lifestyle
We touch down Art Basel in a new helicopter


The day that you met her
She thinkin' you're eccentric
Bought a whole new whip
Won't fix it if it's dented
She said, "Akillezz
You're the new Onassis" So I
Tapped her on the ass, walked past, stopped -
Looked over my shoulder and said, "Girl
That makes you Jacqueline"


Shawty you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing
Best believe we good
I can get you wet top down on down
Have you ever had sex on a million dollars?
We good
I'm good, I'm good, you good? I'm good
You good
I'm good i'm good, you good you good we good
We good

Artwork she's looking like a fresco
You know? Freshly laid and wet so
I don't need a mirror gotta mural on
The ceiling and she sweat slow
What's a careless whisper to the sound of
Her echo when she let's go? Go
My stroke is so focused that she calls
Me DaVinci - guess I got Mona
Lisa on my bed sheets? Red lipstick
Lip prints on her cigarette ends
And she's such a bad
Bitch but so sophisticated, uh
Then she gets negligent with her negligee
We just got re-dressed but she wants to play
Aye she frisky and we fuckin' now
I get a little rougher, she says
"Cut it out" So I get tougher - she slaps me
She's flustered, reacting, but she loves it
Wants us both to suffer
Somewhere in the middle of
The Summer you discover
You Love her now you're fucked up


Shawty you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing
Best believe we good
I can get you wet top down on down
Have you ever had sex on a million dollars?
We good
I'm good, I'm good, you good? I'm good
You good
I'm good i'm good, you good you good we good
We good

Pierre Balmain they see me as a new god
I see them as a nuisance
Poppa was a restaurateur, but
Me? I'm the Renaissance, but I'm
God-fearing though - is that a paradox?
This is Hell-ywood where the hell
Should I go? Oh
They so mundane, he's plain sick of them
They say BallMain I say Balmain

And I'm young with anxiety
Thinkin' 'bout my chitlin
So which chick I'm with or if
I switch makes a difference
Shake 'em, I'm pimpin'
Rotate and then flip 'em
One night and on to the next bitch, but
Wifey's different
Look at me tripping calling her "wifey"
All in my psyche like bonnie and Clyde shit
Damn, she's so thorough!
The public's gon love it though
TMZ's gon run it
Celebrity gossip'll squash us
My publicist'll say, "drop her"
See typically, I'd say
"I could be Hov if you be Bey, but
You ain't Bey and I ain't he, see? Sit
Ya'self down thinking I'm Brad
And you're Jolie, please!"
But now I'm staring at her and she's in
My Balmain t-shirt without her jeans on
This the new Lady and the Tramp
And this is our theme song