Lyrics Suits and Ski Masks - 10 Ft. Ganja Plant

Suits and Ski Masks

I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit tie
I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit
Can I show you a few things, a few things, a few things, little baby?
'Cause…
I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit
I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit
Lemme show you a few things
Lemme show you a few things
I can’t wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going hot, so hot, just like an oven
And I’ll burn myself, but just had to touch it
It’s so fire, it’s all mine
Hey baby, we don’t mind all the watching, whooo
Cause if they study close, real close
They might learn something
He ain’t nothing but a little doozie when he does it
He’s so fire tonight
And as long as I got my suit and tie
I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Lemme show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And I’m dressed in that dress you like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Lemme show you a few things
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Now we’re in the swing of love
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Hey
Style, let me get a good look at it
Oh, so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty
Aww, shit’s so sick, got a hit and picked up a habit
That’s alright, cause you’re all mine
Haaa, go on and show 'em who you call «Daddy»
I guess they’re just mad cause boy, they wish they had it
My killer, my thriller, yeah, you’re a classic
You’re all mine tonight
And as long as I got my suit and tie
I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Lemme show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And I’m dressed in that dress you like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Lemme show you a few things
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Now we’re in the swing of love
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Hey
(Tablo)
BLOSHITUP!
Get out your tuxes
We’re what the fuss is all about
Got haters on our speed dial
We call em out
Just word of mouth
And still beat your PR
Till they need CPR
We are TABLO & L-Y-D-I-A
We Juggernaut through the bullshit in our way
Worldwide when we killin it
Yeah we’re behind the hits like the CIA
미안해 (mianhae).
That’s mother tongue for «sorry, we dope as hell»
Started from the bottom, broke as hell
Then we broke the sales records, movin 'hi' up up in the penthouse, suit and tie
Everyday we on our pesos
Stabbin' tracks wit a trident.
Barbados
Doubt that, and I doubt you
All fake foes
If you’re real, then you’re real like a mermaid’s toes
Frankly, in my ocean all you octopussies better swim good
Stop, don’t push me
I’ll sink your boat, bottoms up with a flick
You a mouse in my hand, can’t fuck with my clique
(Can't fuck with my clique)
(Can't fuck with my clique)
You a mouse in my hand, can’t fuck with my clique
Boy don’t even try!
(Lydia Paek)
And as long as I got my suit and tie
I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Lemme show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And I’m dressed in that dress you like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Lemme show you a few things
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Now we’re in the swing of love
Lemme show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Hey