YOSHIMITSU

ね、ゆるしてください

The shoes match the pants

The pants match the belt

The belt match the shirt

The shirt match her skirt and then her skirt match the hat

The hat match the work

Damn, I told ya

Damn, I told ya, **** really clowns, they at the circus

I could tell you never made no money 'cause ya nervous

Pull up on ya, I might really close your curtains

Heard he tryna cop a plea, I told him it ain't workin'

Ha, huh, uh-uh

Back after back, made it back off the backend

Track after track, made it crack off the mixtape

Rack after rack, put some racks on your best friend

On your best friend, on your bestie

Pour some juice up in my cup, I'm feeling sexy

Shawty know I'm feeling good, I tell her, "Text me"

Thanking God for every minute that he bless me

Let's go, huh, let's go, let's go

Shawty said she finna block me, be for real

I be drownin' in that mud like Navy Seals

Christiano, I be really in the fields (I be really in the fields)

Yeah, I got my bands up

Yeah, got my meals up

Yeah, got my feels up

Yeah, got my bills up, got my, got my

Got my, ha, uh-uh

Go, go, go, uh-uh

Go, go, go, uh-uh

Back, run it back, made it back off that uh-uh

Shawty wanna push in the Maybach, I tell her, "Uh-uh"

Shawty wanna ride by my side, tell her, "Uh-uh"

Said she piece of my mind, tell her, "Uh-uh"

I don't wanna waste no more time, tell her, "Uh-uh"

Said she wanna be on my side, tell her, "Uh-uh"

Yeah, is you dumb? Is you stupid?

When it come to dressing, **** know I'm undisputed

All my money talk, all your money, it be muted (Yeah)

I be off that drank, **** knowin' that I'm booted

So I told her

The shoes match the pants

The pants match the belt

The belt match the shirt

The shirt match her skirt and then her skirt match the hat

The hat match the work

Damn, I told ya

Damn, I told ya, **** really clowns, they at the circus

I could tell you never made no money 'cause ya nervous

Pull up on ya, I might really close your curtains

Ha, huh, uh-uh

Ha, uh-uh

Uh-uh