I been sippin' on
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
You a mom too
I never said I don't want to
Sellin' pounds out the V in a jumpsuit
Got fans that I hate, but I got to
Say that you don't want me, I swear your twin said us to
Take her if I have to, someone gonna love you
Half of the cash in my pants, six figs
I'll run you some more if you dress like before
Most of you bitches need thousands of hours
To realize what a man does to a whore
Does to a whore
F*ckin' that bitch on the floor, then I put her ass right through the door
Can't trust in a whore
Makin' her fuss you too much, I don't even wanna do this no more
Get money galore
Racks stacking taller than Giannis, I'm really just honest
No modesty in my approach
Pockets too steep, you too weak, they can't even kick up on your boy
Yeah, I'm really that boy
Promethazine and codeine in my Sprite
Talkin' too nice, now I gotta entice
F*ckin' that bitch and I pass her to Rath for the night
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
So paint away
I'm the real NAV of the north
Whippin' with a baddie in Aventadors
F*ckin' every girl in Bora Bora
Never wanna stop
I guess I'm cooked
2014 Forest Hill Drive playin' on everything
I'm cooked
Rath - Matador (feat. FrankBeanz) Lyrics
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I been sippin' on
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
You a mom too
I never said I don't want to
Sellin' pounds out the V in a jumpsuit
Got fans that I hate, but I got to
Say that you don't want me, I swear your twin said us to
Take her if I have to, someone gonna love you
Half of the cash in my pants, six figs
I'll run you some more if you dress like before
Most of you bitches need thousands of hours
To realize what a man does to a whore
Does to a whore
F*ckin' that bitch on the floor, then I put her ass right through the door
Can't trust in a whore
Makin' her fuss you too much, I don't even wanna do this no more
Get money galore
Racks stacking taller than Giannis, I'm really just honest
No modesty in my approach
Pockets too steep, you too weak, they can't even kick up on your boy
Yeah, I'm really that boy
Promethazine and codeine in my Sprite
Talkin' too nice, now I gotta entice
F*ckin' that bitch and I pass her to Rath for the night
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
So paint away
I'm the real NAV of the north
Whippin' with a baddie in Aventadors
F*ckin' every girl in Bora Bora
Never wanna stop
I guess I'm cooked
2014 Forest Hill Drive playin' on everything
I'm cooked
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
You a mom too
I never said I don't want to
Sellin' pounds out the V in a jumpsuit
Got fans that I hate, but I got to
Say that you don't want me, I swear your twin said us to
Take her if I have to, someone gonna love you
Half of the cash in my pants, six figs
I'll run you some more if you dress like before
Most of you bitches need thousands of hours
To realize what a man does to a whore
Does to a whore
F*ckin' that bitch on the floor, then I put her ass right through the door
Can't trust in a whore
Makin' her fuss you too much, I don't even wanna do this no more
Get money galore
Racks stacking taller than Giannis, I'm really just honest
No modesty in my approach
Pockets too steep, you too weak, they can't even kick up on your boy
Yeah, I'm really that boy
Promethazine and codeine in my Sprite
Talkin' too nice, now I gotta entice
F*ckin' that bitch and I pass her to Rath for the night
I been sippin' all day, now I'm feelin' real tired
Rushin' backwoods, got me sittin' here fried
Matador yacht on the evenin' tide
Imma slut you out, make it worth your while
Undecided then, what you feelin' right now
Layin' on the sand with the camera out
Money in the frunk, goin' back to the house
I'll open up the case like a serial trial
So paint away
I'm the real NAV of the north
Whippin' with a baddie in Aventadors
F*ckin' every girl in Bora Bora
Never wanna stop
I guess I'm cooked
2014 Forest Hill Drive playin' on everything
I'm cooked
Writer: Frank Beans, Aakash Rathee
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