Clover

Oh brother, this guy stinks La, la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la Yeah, uh, check I'm in the lead, top priority (yeah) Fuck with a G, now you finna see (yeah) Flip over the bed, all you really sleep (yeah) You made a year what I made a week (yeah) Yes, I got motion, run out of motion, I go get more then She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin' My last girlfriend ain't got nothin' on your throat, friend Go off, the way she fuck, she such a show-off (yeah) And I don't ever ask when it's time to take her clothes off (yeah) She like to let it breathe, she don't like to wear no drawls (yeah) And when she get depressed, treat my dick like Zoloft (yeah) You fuck with the fuckin' best, you fuckin' the fuckin' best I shoot with protection on, but for you, I don't need no vest I aim for the fuckin' face, I aim for the fuckin' chest She said she make swimwear, that pussy make me invest Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la) They on my dick (la-la-la), shit (yeah, yeah) Post album could get you dead Gotta keep it goin', gotta get ahead Hotel room always got two beds One for me and one for my bread This the new bap that take you way back (yeah) Givin' no slack, my bed is on stacks (yeah) Don't sleep, I got to get my bag on Oops, forgot to turn my swag on Venue house, slaughter, killer Flow so cold, it's icy, shiver Punch your jaw, body shot liver Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver Let me get down to the brass tax I'm final boss, no printer, all fax You stepped into a disaster You doomed, better pray to the pastor Prayin' for a genie rub, prayin' to the stars above I just wanna fall in love, I just wanna fall in love Wishin' for a four-leaf clove, prayin' you're the pot of gold Lovin' you is all I know, lovin' you is all I know They on my dick (la, la-la-la), shit (la, la, la) They on my dick (la-la-la), shit Hahaha, I step in like a X-Man Make her come back like I'm her ex man If she don't make me feel good, well, here's the exit If she make me feel good, we can co-exist Fuck her, make her go home, no co-ed shit Niggas be comin' with all bull, I'm a matador Say they want my soul, I swing the cape, dodgin' devil horns Used to never want to press play, here's a metaphor Now your boy clicks on my dick like he watchin' porn I fucked up after bein' fucked up Four-leaf clover got stepped on, tough luck 'Nough said, I'm a diamond in the rough, nuck buck But am I good franchise ad-lib? Yeah, yeah In my white tee, she claimin' that she wifey (yeah) I'm sayin,' "What's your sign?" 'Cause your pussy smell like Pisces (yeah, yeah) Or like a pescatarian, I'm killin', and I'm buryin' (yeah) I treat a rapper beat like a baby, I be carryin'