"Butterfly" lyrics
Baby, you so sexy, you so fine
Wanna be my baby? You wanna be mine?
Baby, you so honest, baby, you so true
And you keep it so real, that's why I really love you
Baby, you my butterfly, we gon' hop out the butterfly doors together
Yeah, I keep my Glock on me, [?]
You know I get carried away, but I hope I don't scare you away
You know I'll fly you anywhere—just hop on the plane with me
She's a cover girl, she should be on a magazine
Cover girl, I seen her on TV, she's an A list star
Why the fuck is she with me?
'Cause I keep it an M, and I know that she see'
Chrome Heart on her, so she match me
And we from New York, free Max B
Yeah, I used to be grimy, nasty
Now I am so rich and classy
Yeah, hop in the whip, go fasty
It's a party every day like Gatsby
I am a goth boy, they some trashy
But I am not so trashy, nah
I came so damn far
I came this way in a goddamn foreign car
I can't lie, I know my life so damn bizarre—it is
This some drug music, with a bad bitch acting stupid
Sometimes I act so ruthless, make a bad bitch act so clueless
Fell in love with a stripper in Reno
I'm taking some risks at the casino
I'm running up all the cinos
Screaming RIP all of my people
This some drug music—you can hear it in my voice, I'm abusing
But I never had a choice, don't judge me
I ain't judge you; keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
Baby, you my butterfly, we gon' hop out the butterfly doors together
Yeah, I keep my Glock on me, [?]
You know I get carried away, but I hope I don't scare you away
You know I'll fly you anywhere—just hop on the plane with me
She's a cover girl, she should be on a magazine
Cover girl, I seen her on TV, she's an A list star
Why the fuck is she with me?
Wanna be my baby? You wanna be mine?
Baby, you so honest, baby, you so true
And you keep it so real, that's why I really love you
Baby, you my butterfly, we gon' hop out the butterfly doors together
Yeah, I keep my Glock on me, [?]
You know I get carried away, but I hope I don't scare you away
You know I'll fly you anywhere—just hop on the plane with me
She's a cover girl, she should be on a magazine
Cover girl, I seen her on TV, she's an A list star
Why the fuck is she with me?
'Cause I keep it an M, and I know that she see'
Chrome Heart on her, so she match me
And we from New York, free Max B
Yeah, I used to be grimy, nasty
Now I am so rich and classy
Yeah, hop in the whip, go fasty
It's a party every day like Gatsby
I am a goth boy, they some trashy
But I am not so trashy, nah
I came so damn far
I came this way in a goddamn foreign car
I can't lie, I know my life so damn bizarre—it is
This some drug music, with a bad bitch acting stupid
Sometimes I act so ruthless, make a bad bitch act so clueless
Fell in love with a stripper in Reno
I'm taking some risks at the casino
I'm running up all the cinos
Screaming RIP all of my people
This some drug music—you can hear it in my voice, I'm abusing
But I never had a choice, don't judge me
I ain't judge you; keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
Baby, you my butterfly, we gon' hop out the butterfly doors together
Yeah, I keep my Glock on me, [?]
You know I get carried away, but I hope I don't scare you away
You know I'll fly you anywhere—just hop on the plane with me
She's a cover girl, she should be on a magazine
Cover girl, I seen her on TV, she's an A list star
Why the fuck is she with me?
