Airbnb (feat. Rossi)

Follow 0 fans

Toomuchmates

3:56

97 Views

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

Aiy, I
I got a Airbnb
I have an Airbnb on floor 3 room 102
You and your friends can come through
Right now if you guys want to
Aiy, aiy aiy aiy yah
I got a Airbnb
I might call up TMZ
Wit a few bah bah baddies
And they wanna tell me Ashley
Couldn't make it?
I say why you can't make it?
I wanna see you get naked
I don't really wanna f*ck with no Katelyn's
With no basics
But back to these muthafuckin' Franklins
On Jenga I stack that (I stack)
Flintstone on my neck gone Bam Bam
Rob Van Dam
Yo mans man (Goddamn)
Goddamn man
I don't really wanna have that
Pull up with the fade like I hit a step back
And send you this address
Bitch I'm Simon and I says
Bring yo friends, bring yo rents'
Know yo momma got that wet
Ouhh Mates
You know I don't disappoint
You f*ck with me and I don't miss the point
Ouhh I think that you missed the point
Dissing me boy you finna disappoint
Too much on my drip
I don't really got no tolerance
Cuz she did too much of that ouhh
Too many lines in the bathroom
You don't know shit about that
Why you put it in yo raps?
I don't get that
No, I don't really get that
I break her off she a Kit Kat
My Kool Aid take a sip man
Ugh
I'm at yo college bih
I hand out scholarships
But I don't throw no cash
Just write Adderall scripts
I'm way too deep in this
All for no shallow bitch
Tell me your boyfriend's broke?
You should be proud of it
Oh
I wanna ride
I stay inside
Aiy aiy aiy aiy, uh-uh
I take yo life
I'ma cut it like a knife
Take yo life
Take yo wife
Oh she wanna sniff that white?
Up her nose
F*ck yo thrift shop
Aye, f*ck yo thrift shop
Mates boy you get popped
Rock on my wristwatch
Did it in my flip flops
All you boys is Kidz Bop
Now that's what I call music
Volume 4
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
(Yo, yo)
Aye, aye, aye
I'm down to text all of my exes
And tell em they ain't shit
I'm Captain Wavy bitches born on my spaceship
Drop xan's in my drink hoe I ain't mean to lace it
She got a boob job but she needed a facelift
Face it, all you bitches basic
I could always see the fake you need Lasik
Got homies that run state like John Kasich
If you ain't bumpin' the key then don't waste it
I can't tolerate got no patience
Only way describe the fit ostentatious
She already seen the sniff got acquainted
Said she don't like the drip just the fragrance
Wonder why I always get confrontation?
Wonder why these bitches claim that we dating?
Bill Clinton be my inspiration
Like we did not have sexual relations
Like Yung Ross be posted up with Satan
Like Yung Ross be droppin' out'a Cambridge
Like Yung Ross need psych evaluation
Like yo Rossi needs to be sedated
My crib be poorly ventilated
All you smell is backwoods and a hotbox
Couple bitches decapitated
Cuz they drop head for a bath bomb
Not a Louis Bag or a laptop
Just Chipotle bowl and a pair of Crocs
Yo pussy smell like a pair of socks
That pussy on sale it's half off
She got toe cramps and hair loss
She got back pain and red marks
Got turned out by half the squad
If they ain't hit that's their loss
I'm not upset I'm pissed off
Tell 'em drink bleach and kick rocks
These scene kids think they're so hot
Yo last album sound like Kidz Bop
Yo last hit was a time hop
And you wonder why all the hype stopped
You write raps that shit's soft
I pop addie and shit talk
I'm 6ix9ine let my nuts hang
That deep stroke leave her guts sprained
I'm Donald trump with the hush pay
I get bored and huff dust spray
Airbnb in my NMD's
I Got loves a drug on my biker jeans
Lil baby say that she notice me
We on saycheese TV?
I'm down to text all of my exes
And tell 'em they ain't shit
I'm captain wavy bitches born in my spaceship
Drop xan's in my drink hoe I ain't mean to lace it
She got a boob job but she needed a facelift
Face it, all you bitches basic
I could always see the fake you need lasik
Got homies that run state like John Kasich
If you ain't bumpin' the key then don't waste it

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer