Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Roman$e, artist - King Combs. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young Roman$e |
| Yeah, lay up |
| You the one with me when I wake up |
| Motivate the boy to get his cake up |
| Ask who the toughest out, they gon' say us |
| So lit, you the one I wanna roll with |
| And what you ask for, what you gon' get |
| We can chill in the hills or the cockpit |
| You can take all my whips like the drop six |
| Ass fat, can’t forget about her waistline |
| Out of town, always hit me on the FaceTime |
| Understand I be out here on the late grind |
| Anytime I hit her line, we don’t take time |
| ASAP, hit me back like, «Where you at?» |
| Even tie the durag or the wave cap |
| Bad bitch, other niggas can’t trace that |
| Fuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at |
| I could put you in the mansion, romancin' |
| Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin' |
| Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don’t let the fans see |
| I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys |
| And we get swagged and we roll, yeah |
| I get bags for a show and |
| I pop tags in the store, yeah |
| We the ones and they know it |
| Tell her quit with the games, I ain’t with all these convos |
| Hard speakin' on my name everywhere you go |
| Said you’d keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know |
| Oh, I don’t wanna get all these haters involved |
| Drop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick) |
| I forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit |
| Remember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick |
| I almost got caught up but you took that shit |
| Get money every day and I spend it on brand new drip |
| I’m gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this |
| Diamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist' |
| Better stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch |
| Yeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit |
| A young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit |
| Young bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this |
| I could put you in the mansion, romancin' |
| Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin' |
| Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don’t let the fans see |
| I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys |
| And we get swagged and we roll, yeah |
| I get bags for a show and |
| I pop tags in the store, yeah |
| We the ones and they know it |