Milwaukee versuri

Milwaukee lyrics by Central Cee feat. Connor Price

Milwaukee – Connor Price and Central Cee
Chorus – Connor
Crew socks, knee high, plane height, sky dive
Cream city with the lights on
Run money like a telethon
Make it sweet, like it’s Cinnabon
Aye, look, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
But, baby girl, I can set you free
Aye, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
Call me Eric Benet, feel your femininity

Verse 1 – Central
Airplanes fly in the Wisconsin sky
Memories fade, memories die
I can make you close your eyes
And take away the midnight sky
Paint you black? Bitch, I colour you gray
Doin’ this shit just about еveryday
I can’t go one minute
Eight sеconds be about my limit
I can hear it now
You falling in my digits
I can love a girl who knows how to play
Shooting her shot with no delay
Holding hands, like I hold a replay
Call me Rihanna, (Mr. DJ!)

Pre-Chorus – Connor
Aye, look, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
But, baby girl, I can set you free
Aye, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
Call me BB, pop you like edamame

Chorus – Connor
Crew socks, knee high, plane height, sky dive
Cream city with the lights on
Run money like a telethon
Make it sweet, like it’s Cinnabon
Aye, look, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
But, baby girl, I can set you free
Aye, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
Call me Eric Benet, feel your femininity

Verse 2 – Central Cee
Colder than England, but hotter than drought
‘Here comes the spider’, then shoot that shit out
Callin’ it cripplin’, so’s my addiction
Cover more ground than the holes that I’m fillin’
I pile up high, then pull out the scuba
Fittin it in, so I hope that she lubes up
I can see the colour drain away from her face
The second I hit it, and called it first base
Puckerin’ up, the flavour she taste
Make it so white, it look like her race
Slippidy wet, callin’ it paste
Turn her inside out, then squirt out the baste

Pre-Chorus – Connor
Aye, look, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
But, baby girl, I can set you free
Aye, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
Call me BB, pop you like edamame

Chorus – Connor
Crew socks, knee high, plane height, sky dive
Cream city with the lights on
Run money like a telethon
Make it sweet, like it’s Cinnabon
Aye, look, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
But, baby girl, I can set you free
Aye, now, I don’t know what you heard about me
Call me Eric Benet, feel your femininity