All Speakers Go To Heaven - Lucy Bedroque (Impressão)

Let's go

Hibachi make her clothes disappear (yeah)

My bitch gon' make these hoes disappear (whoa)

I'll make 'em wish they never came here (yeah)

Smoke the bankroll, Novocaine clear, Novocaine cold

Runnin' for your life

Why these pussies playin' with the guy?

P-Pierced my nose, then I pierce my eyes

But it ain't gon' stop me seein' from the lies

From your li-

Used to want Nicki, and I used to want Kim

Used to— used to want Nicki, and I used to want Kim

Use-used to want no tricky bitch playin' with my feel—

Used to— used to want no tricky bitch playin' with my feels

Ooh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, oh

Oh, oh-oh

Motherfucker

Fly— fly through your window, ho

Get your nigga gone, turn you to a widow, ho

He tried— he tried to do some damage, it was minimal

Picked her up, I used my wings, then I sent her home

She do everything I say, I give her what she want

She beggin', put it in her face, man, I love to top

A-a-a-anything she want, she manifest it with her mouth

Took the keys, I'll probably gas that bitch, I'm goin' south, whoa

I'ma drop 100K, ain't nothin', I ain't drop in hundred days, ain't nothin'

Fuck the ho life, I raise these— fu-fu-fu-fuck the ho life, I raise these sluts

I remember, used to want AJ, yeah

So I took that belt from a motherfuckin' pawn

Smoke out the pound every day-day

Ask if I give a fuckin' care what you say-say, yeah

See the chains? Yeah, they was on dick every motherfuckin' day-day, yeah

Got a— got a Drac'-Drac', flash on a pussy if he really try to play-play, yeah

I'm on a different wavelength

Never got caught, all these niggas on the same thing, yeah

Boys all late, they hatin' on the kid

But ain't motherfuckin' fazed, they love me, yeah

(Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

They love me, yeah (yeah)

Save me

Rollin' off that jaw

Love it, yeah, they holler in their chair

I just dropped, they got holiday, yeah

I just— I just dropped, they got holiday, yeah