*** Lyrics – BROCKHAMPTON
Yeah, that’s cool
And I take a chunk of it, some of it
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I done came down bumping flexy
Niggas always around me, lookin’ ***
Locked in the crib, smoking on some ***
Got a *** seeing stars, that’s just how a *** live
These birds seem they’re going nowhere these days
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Turn me up, I’m tryna get in tune with the DJ
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sim Simma, who got the keys to the Beamer?
Young rich *** stepping in the arena
Baby girl a dreamer, give me brain like eureka
I’m observing everything around me, now I’m evil
You know I’m that ***, did you get amnesia?
Spinning [?]
I’m not diarrhea, fold ’em like tortilla
Staying on my toes baby balling ballerina
Who you think you talking to? I got no idea
TV on paprika, smoking anesthia
Hit ’em with the cleaner, young streep sweeper
Sound getting meaner while a *** getting greener
Easy with the teeth before you choke on this ***
Meet ya (?) smoke off the lips
I ain’t saying no names since it cut me a check
Baby up in Villo and I love the whole set
Let it sit
[?]
Oh, your thick lil’ thighs got a grip on me
Watch your ride on me, lil’ *** slide on me
Pulling out then bust it open, let her shimmy on me
Push it, push it, push it just like this
Shake it, shake it, shake it out the dress
*** going straight to my head
Meet me on the bed
Kick off my kicks
She fiend for the ***
Spit on the tip
Spit in her mouth
*** on the couch
I don’t give a ***, take you to the steam room, rinse off the nut
***, we going nuts, *** ’bout to bust
Me and all my dogs staying up
Sleep is for the weak so I tweak going dumb
You know I get wicked
You know I get down
You know I get wicked
You know I get down
You know I get down
You know I get down
Smack then when she playing [?] in the *** hatchback
How you throwing all that ass expecting me to catch that?
Knew you tryna tell me with that Tennessee accent
This a crazy story, wait a minute, let me backtrack
She just told me grip up on her shoulders, make her back ***
Said her *** water, I’m a dog and I’ma lap that
Heard me hit that *** note [?] she can match that
She said where you talking, boy [?]
Does your man even exist? Lil’ ***, I ain’t seen him yet
Tear that ass up, make your man do the [?]
Slim thick and she finna hit like a cigarette
Take you where you want like my Glock if you take the stick
Señorita, qué lo qué
Ooh lil’ mami what you knew what you say
She [?] with the braids
I guess she a genius way she do it with the brain
Throw it ’til you’re tapping out, throw it ’til your back blow out
Throw it like you Tarzan, this big *** you *** on
Ass ripple like avalanche, dancing, I’m skiing on it
Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this
No, I don’t miss the ***, ’cause I don’t miss, ***
Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this
No, I don’t miss the ***, ’cause I don’t miss, ***
You know I get wicked
You know I get down
You know I get wicked
You know I get down
You know I get down
You know I get down