"Sephora In Ibiza" lyrics

Armani Caesar & Benny the Butcher Lyrics

"Sephora In Ibiza"

Yo, yo

Fine lil shit
And he like to trick
He ma lil dip
In ma phone
Call him Tea Bag
He a lil slick
Dats everybody dick
You fuckin' him
Ain't makin' me mad

Ridin' round
Cute ina coupe
When the niggas see me out
Mouth drop like the Scream mask
3 baddies hangin' out the window
When I speed past
All you hear is eat that

My homegirl told me
I can't fuck a lame nigga
That's some shit I can't
See past
Hoe in this economy?
Bitch, that's a free bag
I don't give a fuck
I'ma need dat

Mani school bitches 'bout this bread
Like a LeapPad
Stay doin' numbers like a keypad
Why would I cry in a Rolls or a Honda
When I'm pulling up in a G-Wag?

Fly Mani Caesar
Out to Ibiza
Go to the jeweler, get flooded
Need FEMA
AKs and Ninas
I'm balling
Hoes talkin' shit from the bleachers
I'm every nigga's dream girl
Call me Deena
Rapper to actress, bitch, call me Latifah
10 in the face
Slim in the waist
You catch me next to a trick like I'm Trina

Yo, uh
Dats my lil hoe
I adore her
That's a X7
That ain't no Explorer
Uh
She call my phone, I ignore her
A bitch wanna make up then go to Sephora
(Let's go)

If it ain't about dough, it ain't for us
They tell me pull up
Like bro, I'm in Europe (nigga)
My Seneca run was historic
Let's toast to that
Just tilt your glass while I pour it (let's go)

Know I'm the type to sell dope out the house
What day got out my trap
Make them foam at the mouth
200 bands, that's a whole lot to count
I done blown 'bout a ounce
Drop the load then I'm out

I wash the money
Do shows in and out
Send my broker my route
Then I load my account
Don't got announce
What I make when I walk to the stove from the couch
'Cause y'all know what I'm 'bout

They talkin' beef but they location sweet
And free the opps don't know it's my house
Wait in ya garden, get low when I crouch
This Millie gon' blow shit
You don't gotta doubt

What they gon' say about this
'Cause they say I don't switch up the flow
But this flow got a bounce
Lit in Virginia
Sold out Bucket Theatre
A Buffalo nigga wit shows in the South...

Ah
Buffalo nigga wit shows in the South
Lit in Virginia
Sold out Bucket Theatre
A Buffalo nigga wit shows in the South

It's Butch, Mani, The Liz
Ah
Butch, Mani, Carcinero
Ah


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