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Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode

I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe

Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know

I would have you courtside, not the middle row

All good, love, in a minute, though

I can't stress about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul

Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove

Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go

Hoes say I'm suave, hey, but I can't get RICO'd

Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones

Love the way they hang, babe, fuck the silicone

Everybody fake now, you could crack the code

Bust down everything, set in rose gold

Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole

I can tell her head good before I even know

Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue