The Concrete Royalty

Artyści:: The Concrete Royalty
Album:: Stuy Town – EP
Gatunki:: Rap
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[Intro: Devin McNulty]
No, you should know not to trust in me by now
You’re all alone, I got what you want in me, right now

[Verse 1: Ian Fletcher]
I can’t take much more, I’ve got to have you
Knocking on your door, and begging you to
Say you wan’t some more
Baby let me love you, like

[Hook: Ian Fletcher]
Even if it takes all night
Baby I can treat you right
Baby girl you taste so nice
Even if it’s just tonight

[Verse 2: Josh Rosenberg]
How should I begin this? After bitches hop in this
Over before it starts like alcoholics playing with Guinness
She back and forth, like come on you know I’d fuck her right
College bitches get in line, psh shit, fuck her right?
She want it bad but she mad cause she fucked it up
Flipped the cup, my boy saying, „Man she don’t fuck with us”
But she got me love drunk like I’m drinking uppercuts
Her decision, perfect precision, she’s got me rubber-ed up
Go and ask the blind, you don’t need eyes to see how good she is
Thighs so sweet like junior mints, headboard rhythm like rudiments
She call her friends so I can be all about them
Threesome outcome, in in the middle like Malcolm
Looking something like Sloane from the Newsroom
I want to make you moan but not alone like you’re used to
I love it when you whisper in my ear just like a Bluetooth
Docile, but not when liquored up, ain’t that the truth
Flirt with my hat, you know the one that’s yellow
Where will the night go? Fuck, who the hell knows?
And you know sometimes she want a double feature
Chuck Taylor’s bouncing off the bleachers
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it, turn it, please don’t stop it
Cause I won’t stop it until I get it in like pockets
I’m in it to win it, want more than I can fill a sock with it
Rock with it, perfect fit, I clicked in liked you locked it
How does forever sound? Face change to Charlie Brown
Good grief, she got that jagged mouth like I hit the ground
She’s the kind of girl who’s like, „you gonna pay for that?”
But she’s so fine she’d make a Kindle buy it paperback
Holla, „where my money at?”, rich like aristocrat
Next to bat, hit that up, like the thermostat
Shorty said I’m the chillest guy with a nice flow
Hotter than what’s cooler then cool, you know, ice cold