Текст песни
Got a club turned up with a few phrases
If you see me on a stage, do I be strafing
To the highest all praise be
Why'd I make mid songs when I could make bangers?
She know, she know, she know, she know, she know
That I'm the dad and she take it slow
My mind at times be my biggest foe
Never fold for hoes (No snow is too cold)
Little babies peepin', should I make a hotline?
Made a lick so good, Mr. Bassline
Ay, yeah, evening looking fine
Wear that cocktail dress jus for me tonight, ay
She know I be comin
Don't know what she becoming
Have a fever in the crowd, baby's ecstatic
Going so hard on the mic, speakers catch static
[Verse]
That bass is my friend
Backwoods in my teeth, straight outta these ends
Making them beats on the Georgian outskirts
But you know me, baby, I miss Moscow (yeah, hoe)
And I'll book the first flight right now then
Wake up with sun, taking off at about ten
Got my homies waiting for me in the south end
And right there, I'll head
Amidst the angst they sang
I'll keep doing my thang
I might be white as snow
But black insides, they show
Don't deny me the pleasure
Baby I've found a treasure
I've never sensed a measure
You ask if I care whether
I don't I calmly said her
I'm feeling pressure
That's a refresher
Got a club turned up with a few phrases
If you see me on a stage, do I be strafing
To the highest all praise be
Why'd I make mid songs when I could make bangers?
She know, she know, she know, she know she know
That I'm the dad and she take it slow
My mind at times be my biggest foe
Never fold for hoes (No snow is too cold)
Little babies peepin', should I make a hotline?
Made a lick so good, Mr. Bassline
Ay, yeah, evening looking fine
Wear that cocktail dress jus for me tonight, ay
She know I be comin
Don't know what she becoming
Have a fever in the crowd, baby's ecstatic
Going so hard on the mic, speakers catch static
