Listen

I'm way too sexy to simper and whimper

We get around there, we blimpin' like blimps

We turn your bro into shrimp (Oh my God)

Come around there, we're takin' a trip

Diligent dip, handbrake skids

We're pushin' them sticks and we're pushin' them whips

Skrr, ha, pushin' them sticks and we're pushin' them whips

Ah, look, the Hennessey, ah, it spill on the counter

My life is way too romantic

It could be corny, but still in a genre

I'ma put it in her genre

They say they want real drill

Man, I'ma put it in their genre

And she wanna see the Eiffel Tower

So I tell her, "Bonjour," I tell her, "Enchanté"

I tell her, "How are you?" I tell her, "You look great"

Man, it must be fate, man, it must be

Must be love, must be fate

Oh my God, man, it must be fate

Look, don't you see, girl? It must be fate

See, I really just drill and rap

Really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

Really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

See, I really just drill and rap

Really just drill and rap

She say that she done with my shit

But I know that she never really done

I know that she never really done

You can put a bun in the oven

I know that she's never really done

You can put a fork in a bun

I know that she's never really done

You can put a bun in a fork

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