Wock Mason Paris (Ft. Desire (Rapper))

[Verse 1: Desire]
Yeah, and I'm hoping that you love me, it ain't really nothing to see
And you started to fall back, I'm happy that I ain't get on one knee
That's when I ran at the money, got the first crib at eighteen
In the H, tryna conquer my dreams, had a 380 with a red beam

[Chorus: Desire]
I got my double cup, I had to double up, up on my dose
Body full of lean, I'm in LAX, the West Coast
She a throat goat, let her eat the team
Baby, tell me do you want Chanel pearls?
You a good girl, welcome to my world
I just love your body, must be pilates and that I can call you my girl

[Verse 2: Desire}
Had to sip on somе Wock', said he wanna go to war
Tell that nigga stop, but we makе his body drop
Real Paul Bearer, standin' on that block
Baby girl, this not some rock
Yeah, that bitch a bop, tell her come and give me top
You dumb as hell, you think I'm covering you
Baby girl, I don't even like the cops

[Verse 1: Mason Paris]
Yeah, my diamonds, yeah, they hittin' like rocks
New bag, you don't want me to stop
New ass, you done gave me some top
All these pussy boys wanna just talk
Christian Lou', you could tell how I walk
Wanna do it, yeah, you better get lost
In the stu', yeah, we countin' a lot
You so Rhude, she said, just like her top
Woah, and I get it
And I count it up, and I get it
She said, you cap like a fitted
Shout out Ac3, yeah, you know I did it
With your girl, yeah, you know I hit it
On her private story, yeah, bitch
You know I'm already hidden
I count the guap and the chicken
Fuck your bitch, then I get dippin'
I gotta stop all of this sippin'
You say you want me back or am I trippin?