Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
What
Slice right bitch
How could I be a role model
I go full throttle
Drinking from the bottle
Nothing subtle
When we moving
You can hear the ground shake
Talking bass, need a pound cake
You want clout babe?
Don't allow fake
Damn straight
I demand great
She was blowing up my phone
Now on vibrate
I'm just a man, babe
Baby girl still f*cking with the curtains
I was out here flirting
I can see you on fleek
Yeah you looking nice B
Hello to my wrist mm icy
I can be yours for the night B
Oh you wana get high with me
Dinner, you should invite me
Uhhh, Fight me
Went from a kid to a king
Deadliest grin im a joker
When I'm at home I'm a toker
I buy her roses, I'm a chain smoker
Lungs barely cope brah
But I can charm her, just like a cobra
What's that aroma
Liquor and booze
Thought I was sober
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Well yah never know babe
I could be your soul mate
Comfort in yah own skin
So you keep your clothes thin
Ear, tongue and a nose ring
I'll get the shots, while you posing
I'm a catch, but Not fishing for praise
You latched, cause you know my ways
Clocked my game, got to talking
Know my name for I walk in
Next to my ear like a walk man
Flex together, scorching
Oh your ex here, poor him
Im a G when I tease, so pour gin
Tonight I'm going all in
Forget about the morning
Morning What the f*cks that
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Lucid Lamb - Midas Lyrics
Lucid Lamb - Midas Lyrics
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Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
What
Slice right bitch
How could I be a role model
I go full throttle
Drinking from the bottle
Nothing subtle
When we moving
You can hear the ground shake
Talking bass, need a pound cake
You want clout babe?
Don't allow fake
Damn straight
I demand great
She was blowing up my phone
Now on vibrate
I'm just a man, babe
Baby girl still f*cking with the curtains
I was out here flirting
I can see you on fleek
Yeah you looking nice B
Hello to my wrist mm icy
I can be yours for the night B
Oh you wana get high with me
Dinner, you should invite me
Uhhh, Fight me
Went from a kid to a king
Deadliest grin im a joker
When I'm at home I'm a toker
I buy her roses, I'm a chain smoker
Lungs barely cope brah
But I can charm her, just like a cobra
What's that aroma
Liquor and booze
Thought I was sober
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Well yah never know babe
I could be your soul mate
Comfort in yah own skin
So you keep your clothes thin
Ear, tongue and a nose ring
I'll get the shots, while you posing
I'm a catch, but Not fishing for praise
You latched, cause you know my ways
Clocked my game, got to talking
Know my name for I walk in
Next to my ear like a walk man
Flex together, scorching
Oh your ex here, poor him
Im a G when I tease, so pour gin
Tonight I'm going all in
Forget about the morning
Morning What the f*cks that
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
What
Slice right bitch
How could I be a role model
I go full throttle
Drinking from the bottle
Nothing subtle
When we moving
You can hear the ground shake
Talking bass, need a pound cake
You want clout babe?
Don't allow fake
Damn straight
I demand great
She was blowing up my phone
Now on vibrate
I'm just a man, babe
Baby girl still f*cking with the curtains
I was out here flirting
I can see you on fleek
Yeah you looking nice B
Hello to my wrist mm icy
I can be yours for the night B
Oh you wana get high with me
Dinner, you should invite me
Uhhh, Fight me
Went from a kid to a king
Deadliest grin im a joker
When I'm at home I'm a toker
I buy her roses, I'm a chain smoker
Lungs barely cope brah
But I can charm her, just like a cobra
What's that aroma
Liquor and booze
Thought I was sober
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Well yah never know babe
I could be your soul mate
Comfort in yah own skin
So you keep your clothes thin
Ear, tongue and a nose ring
I'll get the shots, while you posing
I'm a catch, but Not fishing for praise
You latched, cause you know my ways
Clocked my game, got to talking
Know my name for I walk in
Next to my ear like a walk man
Flex together, scorching
Oh your ex here, poor him
Im a G when I tease, so pour gin
Tonight I'm going all in
Forget about the morning
Morning What the f*cks that
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Touch down with the Midas
Baby girl she like this
Looka looka my wrist
Writer: James Lapham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid