Album Name

The Lost Boy

Artist

Cordae

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.07.26

Release Agency

워너뮤직

One of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got
nothin' on me
Ooh not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't
got nothin' on me
Uh okay
put your fucking hands up
this the fucking anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young rich
black and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy
ass on her healthy
Young millionaire
what the fuck
can you tell me Smell me
Nigga that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists
with no cellular phone
Like ooh
sound like rich nigga problems
I hit a bad bitch
with a fistful of condoms
And the randomness
of risky menages
Like get the head right
she can get what she wanted
The spits then flaunt it
my drip like a faucet
She told me she was prego
I ain't even take the motherfuckin'
dick out my pocket yeah
The opposite
She want me to fly her
so I copped a jet
Must be thinkin'
I'm a one way ticket on a runway
Drippin' in my feng shui
sippin' on a sundae
One of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't
got nothin' on me
Ooh not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't
got nothin' on me
I bought a Moncler coat
for the times we were broke
I'ma wear it in the summer
on LeBron James boat
Front row Duh bro
we don't sit on nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese
They won't fit in those seats
Ayy we like a cold team
nigga Shaq and Kobe
Like back in '03
I was only like 6
Shit I was like 16
but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch scream
that's a bit extreme
I got a thick bald bitch
I call her Ms Clean
My drip frosty like
Halls and Listerine
We all all-stars
you hardly sixth string
Yeah I had to ball hard to
harvest these dreams
Swear to God me too
no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was lime green
my wrist was blinding
We party in South Beach
Ferraris and blue cheese
Fuck does that even mean
Nigga just let the hook sing
One of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't
got nothin' on me
Ooh not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't
got nothin' on me