album cover
22
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
22 è stato pubblicato il 2 gennaio 2020 da EmMo Records come parte dell'album 22 - Single
album cover
Data di uscita2 gennaio 2020
EtichettaEmMo Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM131

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
EmMo
EmMo
Songwriter

Testi

I'm feeling 22 now
I want to fuck Taylor Swift, that's what I got to do now
Turn up with the homies 'til we tear the fucking roof down
Curfew at the crib, so you know I got to move out, 'cause I'm 22 now
Blow me, blow me, as I'm blowing out the candles
Show me, show me, how you can ride this camel
Silver spoon, use it to feed me cake, shawty
When we spoon in bed, rub your cake on me
Cake tastes better when there's milk up in my cup, yea
Oh shit, oh shit, I can get it from your jugs, yea
I love puppies, so we should do doggy
I hate cats and girl, yours has been naughty
Kill your fucking pussy, then I'll bury it in daylight
Flowers that you gave me, I'ma put them on your gravesite
Pouring out liquor, sipping gin and juice, I'm tipsy
Body shots, double d's, them Jäger bombs hit me
Vodka in my system and my momma finna sniff me
Overdosed on swagger, I think cops is gonna frisk me
Threesomes on my wish list, and yea I got me a Hillary
But EmMo is the moniker, and I need some Lewinsky
When you're swimming in these women, haters want to see you drown
But I'm always wavy like I'm living on a cruise now
I made myself hot; I don't think I'll ever cool down
Used to shop at Foodtown, now your girl cooks for me 'cause
I'm feeling 22 now
I want to fuck Taylor Swift, that's what I got to do now
Turn up with the homies 'til we tear the fucking roof down
Curfew at the crib, so you know I got to move out, 'cause I'm 22 now
Blow me, blow me, as I'm thinking of a wish
Yea this cake looks lit, but girl you're thicker than a bitch
And I know you got me chocolates, but I'm tryna eat your butt, yea
I know you're on your period, but I still want to nut, yea
Birthday sex is everything, I know you want to fuck me
I got a sword between my legs, I got to get it bloody
Bloody Mary on the plane, me and you, let's fly up
Stewardess can join us as we join the mile high club
Twerk until you squirt, girl, you got some perfect tits, yea
Don't be shy to queef, I know it's just the turbulence, yea
Bitch, I'm 22, but I'm feeling 69 now
But I'll never switch up on my homies, we gon' ride out
Hustle like I'm Nipsey 'til I'm copping me a Bentley
Hop in with my baby, like a kangaroo from Sydney
Tesla, autopilot, and I got two bitches with me
Sipping on that whiskey as I'm holding up my pinky
When you're swimming in these women, haters want to see you drown
But I'm always wavy like I'm living on a cruise now
I made myself hot; I don't think I'll ever cool down
Used to shop at Foodtown, now your girl cooks for me 'cause
I'm feeling 22 now
I want to fuck Taylor Swift, that's what I got to do now
Turn up with the homies 'til we tear the fucking roof down
Curfew at the crib, so you know I got to move out, 'cause I'm 22 now
Written by: EmMo
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...