Styrofoam D-Block Europe & K-Trap
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[Intro]
(Tuned up)
(Damn, Sheff, you made this?)
[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
Rain on the window, fresh off the styrofoam, so that eyes aren't home
You so open for a broken soul
Love is timeless, tryna open those, I'm tryna open yours
You, like you-you-you
You so rare, I save it all for you
My style lit, [?]
She countin' the lick, but she [?] foot tall
[Verse 1: Young Adz]
I met her in winter time lookin' summer fine
Must've met her in another life
Only girl that gave me butterflies, I might need a little more advice
'Cause I ain't tryna ruin my blessings, I don't claim my exes
I didn't wife her, it don't count
It was just pre-season, it was just trials
I'm on the phone to every Chanel in the city to get you the bag that you want
We were twenty-nine, is that what you want?
I gotta eat from the back to the front (Uh-huh)
Packin' the strap, and we patternin' lunch
You know we damn near to pattern on a bum (Yeah, yeah)
Ride the chick, give me a spot to pattern on a run
Suck it, play with it, dab on her tongue
When I read that, life seem naked
So, where we gonna take it?
Only us break it (Mhm), only us can change it
Darlin', I don't wanna seem like I'm under surveillance (Uh-huh)
I was rich, I was lit when you met me, face it
Twenty K people sold out, outrageous
I'm tryna sell out stadiums
(Tuned up)
(Damn, Sheff, you made this?)
[Chorus: Dirtbike LB]
Rain on the window, fresh off the styrofoam, so that eyes aren't home
You so open for a broken soul
Love is timeless, tryna open those, I'm tryna open yours
You, like you-you-you
You so rare, I save it all for you
My style lit, [?]
She countin' the lick, but she [?] foot tall
[Verse 1: Young Adz]
I met her in winter time lookin' summer fine
Must've met her in another life
Only girl that gave me butterflies, I might need a little more advice
'Cause I ain't tryna ruin my blessings, I don't claim my exes
I didn't wife her, it don't count
It was just pre-season, it was just trials
I'm on the phone to every Chanel in the city to get you the bag that you want
We were twenty-nine, is that what you want?
I gotta eat from the back to the front (Uh-huh)
Packin' the strap, and we patternin' lunch
You know we damn near to pattern on a bum (Yeah, yeah)
Ride the chick, give me a spot to pattern on a run
Suck it, play with it, dab on her tongue
When I read that, life seem naked
So, where we gonna take it?
Only us break it (Mhm), only us can change it
Darlin', I don't wanna seem like I'm under surveillance (Uh-huh)
I was rich, I was lit when you met me, face it
Twenty K people sold out, outrageous
I'm tryna sell out stadiums
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