Sex Mula / Pete versuri

Versuri LUCKI & Lil Yachty – Sex Mula / Pete lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
[My brother Jim more scoop and pass, that’s it][?]
I’m that Bel-Air nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
That nigga get down, shoutout my twin, lil’ bro

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I done did shit that niggas couldn’t ever fathom
Pourin’ purple atoms in club basements become a pattern (Brrt)
I used to plot on being that nigga in a Saturn
Fuckin’ on a ho from Auburn, goth, thick and awesome (Right)
Spending six figures on my syrup, costin’ (Mm)
I don’t know where bro leanin’ now that we all rich
I got Chrome blankets like I’m richer
Behind us, sing like Bruce Prichard
Outfit suck, get the fuck out the picture
New Birk’ I bought for my bitch killed a lizard (Right)
All my hoes different, lookin’ like dessert (Right)
Nigga wanna pop it, come outside and gеt this work
Keep a Plan B, inside that pussy, I’ma squirt (Right)
Nigga wanna rap with the best, hе’ll get murked
I’ma say it again (Hm)
Nigga wanna rap with the best, he’ll get dealt with
Louis mink, wrap it ‘round the waist of a fat bitch
Lips plush, plump like a pillow on a five-star
Fifty bitches on me like I stumbled in a lesbo’ bar
I got ten, eleven cars
I was younger when Lil Reese told me I would take it far, so I took it out to Mars
I’m Concrete’s finest, all of the bitches wanna fuck me, I’m honest
Honestly sayin’, pick a pocket, brought the K in, he wasn’t checkin’
Put my woody on a flight down and get to steppin’
Treat me like I’m 2002 David Beckham
Geek up with your boy, I’ll put this X up your rectum
Lookin’ in the mirror tryna study perfection
I don’t use my fist, pussy, I’ma use a weapon
I’m throwin’ gang signs up like I can’t speak
Can’t have her ‘round the gang, she too quick to use her beak
My twin been in the cell a couple years, ain’t miss a beat

[Verse 2: LUCKI]
Ha, my life in the hills, and it still ain’t for the weak
Fast ho was in the fast lane, I think I’m weak
Wonder if you sleep
Have nightmares of your honor and be fallin’ for a ho
And try and tame her when she in heat
Balancin’ my vices, she said which one I’ma keep?
Ayy, and this cup might cost a section
Just because she pretty, I’ll never bring her home
After this, we probably see and don’t speak
Just ‘cause you on don’t mean you outta reach
A five in a Fanta, bloody red, look like it’s banging for Pete’
What’s good for you could be dangerous for me
I’m still glad we feel fine, just my people just not here no more, remind me
Heard it went bad when I flew out, it’s just timing
I think you the realest bitch ever, I could be biased
You knowin’ if I’m lyin’, I respect that shit for trying
I’m movin’ up like you’ve never seen, in my G6, only diet
Payin’ that cost, can’t pay for that, whatever I break, I’ll I pay for that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Payin’ that cost, can’t pay for that, whatever I break, I’ll I pay for that

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
This bitch a lightweight, snack pack, bubble butt
Fantastic calves on my eater, she could double-dutch for days
I got five million plays, it’s a hundred million ways to make millions every day
Shit lit like sage, I stopped putting on [?]
My glasses cost too much to have a camera in it, that’s gay
Nigga, what’s the wave? What you on, what you weigh?
Pull up in a tank like I’m raised on a base
Call up the plug, I been acting like a Jake
Walkin’ ‘round this bitch, like on my shoulder, it’s a Lays
Feel like Billy Mays, clean it up and serve it out
You’re pretty when you pout, I been tryna fix the drought
Brand-new Birkin, same color as sauerkraut
Fuck your body, I’m in love with your mouth
Shit gettin’ super snotty, I been sliming out, no doubt
I don’t care the amount, if I want you gone, you’re out
My bitch so super cunt, I love her super mouth
There’s plastic on my couch, she country, from the South
I never leave my house, this shit player, this shit right
Demon in the night got me fuckin’ up the fight
A million times you’re wrong don’t matter when you’re finally right
Bustin’ through the pipe, trappin’ on the Skype

[Outro]
In the meantime, if Omar comin’ for any of us, he comin’ for me