Tanya Morgan - Cold Modelo lyrics

You rocking with the bassline king
Far from out of bounds
You niggas panic when Serato down
Swags for the has beens
Duty free bag full of absynthe
Bad since Kim didn't have tit's
I still got a crush on
Fegardless of what the doc stuck on
Look, now I'm on 14th and B’way
Bitties in effect
Like air brushing, looking for the next
But, if I go balls deep
She’ll be camped out at my
Crib like occupy Wall Street
Sucker mc's hear us and they exit
They wanna build I am never interested
I'm not an og yet, I'm a goalie yes
Block yall punks from controlling next
Kids say the darndest things
But regardless Peazys gon get kinged
You can be Prince, slave to a label
I ball out bitch, Netflix and cable
Everything data, never been beta
Your aunt said I have nice end tables
Hey now, never been an emulator
I blackout then I become the generator
Never get a favor if it's
Something you can learn
The fuck I want something i ain't earn?
Let's get going my dude

That's how I move
Broke in jeans, brand new shoes
Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof
Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot
She watching, she shopping
My girl like that's no option
(alarm sound) that car then hop in
Come through we got ya we got ya

Minimal work builds invisible worth
I’m in my temple berzerk
Speak in digital spurts
Lady luck got bucks, tryna divvy her purse
From a verse i’ve rehearsed before
They get me a verse
Y’all some simpleton jerks
Crackin difficult smirks
I got ya chick in reverse
Lifting her pencil thin skirt
A bi racial facial, bust a pimple it squirts
Nah we really in salons get
Ya shit out the dirt condition her first
And let 'em crimp out her curls
She a friend of a friend
I’m a pimp with referrals
Rather dig in my girl than a random ass fan
Still word to ghost face but
Don’t kick up ya plans
A yo, a yo, my mellow my man
Word to cracking cold cans in
A wrapped tour van
I’m tryna crack the code fam
Get ya boy to japan
Konichiwa bitches, yen and koi fishes
My zen come first instead of internet lurk
I scroll past troll them niggas
Get on my nerves before i finish a verse
I’m tryna triple my worth
And not trip on my words
Got heavy dick for a bird
I’m tryna hit 'em with curve in
Both sense of the terms
This ain't no sensitive shit
The controversies confirmed
All I can be i my self
Thank you for the concern
You should be front row at the next concert

That's how I move
Broke in jeans, brand new shoes
Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof
Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot
She watching, she shopping
My girl like that's no option
(alarm sound) that car then hop in
Come through we got ya we got ya