Lyrics 626/305* - Sueco

626/305*

Zak Aron
Oh my God, Ronny
626, fly to the 305
Had to make a choice, do or die
Skyfall, don’t you go outside
Do this 'til the day I’m not alive
Kick her out the house if she fuckin' up my vibe
Kick down trolls if they fuckin' with my tribe
Made it out the backyard sitting on my back
Mayor hit my line 'cause he fuck with how I rap
Austin Powers 'cause she say I got a Goldmember
Lucas turn a pack to stack, we some go-getters
She really smart with that head, like a professor
Afterwards, she tryna to kiss me on my lips, I won’t let her
Eatin' good, fish filets, now I hop out MIA
Cash for chickens, Chick-fil-A
S’il vous plaît, uh, s’il vous plaît
Bust on her face like crème brûlée
I fucked her Wednesday, buttfuck her friend on Tuesday
Eatin' SPAM and soup every Monday
In the PJ, you ain’t ever seen a runway
TSA tired of me flyin' out the country
Flyin' with some racks so they think I’m up to somethin'
626, fly to the 305
Had to make a choice, do or die
Skyfall, don’t you go outside
Do this 'til the day I’m not alive
Kick her out the house if she fuckin' up my vibe
Kick down trolls if they fuckin' with my tribe
Made it out the backyard sitting on my back
Mayor hit my line 'cause he fuck with how I rap