K Suave - AMG **ᐸ3 lyrics
[K Suave - AMG **ᐸ3 lyrics]
I ain't even thinkin' about sex
(Think about sex)
She like: "Suave, you too humble"
She see my crib, that's a flex
(Crib that's a flex)
Yeah, nigga, I'm far from broke
Sixteen thousand for rent
Heard you talkin' shit
But won't say it again
Chrome Hearts all on my body, ayy
Rick Owens, baby, I'm stylin, yeah
Waking up in Guatemala, I'm in a AMG
Fuck is a Charger?
I'm getting high with Buddha
We right down the street from Sunny
I don't really wanna go to the club tonight
Unless we got booked for that money
Don't go broke tryna keep up
With us, nigga, ayy, that boy a dummy
I'm on my way right now, don't rush me
I just want you for the night, she blowin' me
I got my niggas out, wildin' on campus
She get her own bag, my hoe independеnt
I need some drank, the money I Zеlle'd it
I put my ice on a scale and they broked it
We got guns on guns, who the
Fuck you think you robbin', yeah
My Draco bisexual, I pulled his
Ass out the closet, yeah
I'm in the trap with my niggas
Recording this song off of Logic, yeah
I keep them racks in the bank, but
I got some racks in my pocket, yeah
These hoes ain't show no love back then
Told 'em keep on walkin'
I put my dick in her mouth while she talkin'
I lost my puff, but I found me a Perc'
Posted in Philly, like I'm Uzi Vert
Posted with hoes, I ain't got no respect
Posted with guns, this a Glock and a Tec
I'm out of town and, I might not come back
I can't focus right now, I'm stressed
I got fly as fuck, just to watch Shrek
Baby, I'ma put you through a test
Baby, can you count all these packs?
I'm out here lookin for wock, not Tec
I know it gets you higher though
But I wanna test the best
She wanna know when I'm coming home
I'ma just send her a text
This my letter to you
It's fuck me? Then fuck you too
I can barely stand on drugs in the booth
I'm in a two seater, shawty
Ain't got enough room
Yeah, baby I'm countin' up hunnids
I ain't even thinkin' about sex
(Think about sex)
She like: "Suave, you too humble"
She see my crib, that's a flex
(Crib that's a flex)
Yeah, nigga, I'm far from broke
Sixteen thousand for rent
Heard you talkin' shit
But won't say it again
Chrome Hearts all on my body, ayy
Rick Owens, baby, I'm stylin, yeah
Waking up in Guatemala, I'm in a AMG
Fuck is a Charger?
I'm getting high with Buddha
We right down the street from Sunny
I don't really wanna go to the club tonight
Unless we got booked for that money