More songs by Travy
Description
Associated Performer: Travy
Lyricist, Composer: LUKMAN ONILENLA
Lyricist, Composer: Cameron Hopley
Lyricist, Composer: Harry Cusheri
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer: NODAYLIGHT
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Uh-huh.
-No daylight. -Slow down, my baby taking racks.
Independent baddies getting money, get your racks up. Baby, what you want?
I want cake, I'm a fat fuck. But I'm geeking off these drugs, when will it end?
This the rapture. Send me what you want, I get it done, you know I back up.
That taste in your mouth 'cause the niggas, they be actors.
B-b-baby, bring that booty, I'm just saying, let me tap ya. Only God can judge, fuck it, ain't no expert, fuck it.
Rockstar, yeah, my baby miss me, yeah, I miss you too.
Miss the way that pussy would get wetter, I'm in Waterloo.
Niggas chasing bitches, I been, "Hey, who the fuck are you? " Sorry, bro, she with a nigga now, never wanted you.
You know she like designer, could be Prada or Margiela too.
Get your bands up, expensive taste, she be into you. Like, what's your worth? Eight figures for the misery.
I'm cool with seven, I was broke, but not my history.
But she a devil, I can tell the way she kissing me.
Ain't on my level, they pushing weight, but see, I'm pushing me. A millionaire, feel like this is YMCMB.
And I don't really care, I'm to the next if she ain't feeling me. Slow down, my baby taking racks.
Independent baddies getting money, get your racks up. Baby, what you want?
I want cake, I'm a fat fuck. But I'm geeking off these drugs, when will it end? This the rapture.
Send me what you want, I get it done, you know I back up.
That taste in your mouth 'cause the niggas, they be actors.
B-b-baby, bring that booty, I'm just saying, let me tap ya.
Only God can judge, fuck it, ain't no expert, fuck it.
No daylight.