"TASTE" lyrics
(feat. D-Block Europe)
(Nathaniel London)
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
Yo
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste (Yo)
Made her walk just so I can stare back
Take off your clothes, I'm hitting it
Hypnotised, I'm hitting it bare back
Put her to bed, she got jet lag
Give me a taste, got her wet now
You want Chanel? Go get that
Stack in the bag, ayo, tek that
She got a man? I didn't hear that
Got in my bag and it multiplied
Sat on my face, made her cry
They hate on me, wonder why
Blue in the whip like the sky
Out the way, I'm out the mix
No 808s, step back out the kick
They adding it up, I'm tryna be slick
But we got the same background on pics
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith (Yeah)
I like how this lady taste (Yeah)
Sippin' cream, like the taste, uh-huh
Calabasas out the gate, uh-uh
Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh
Things that we done, can't say, uh-uh
Had to go halves 'cause I'm sick of the promises, I can not deal what the promise is
I've sat with a bitch and we gassed this shit up about love, but we both done the opposite
He weren't in the street like DBE, that's why the trap is acknowledging
I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas, that's why they sick and they vomiting
I'm probably in Chrome, I'm sitting Supreme, I'm treating this shit like a deals (Yeah)
We get the fire, we ain't ridin' with phones, I know them niggas ain't eaters
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste
I'm in Chanel, Hermès, startin' my mornin'
Big league, get you kicked out the bank (Mm)
Get me in my mood, we diggin' up shoes
Got shooters on speed dial, tellin' them, "Crash" (Mm, mm)
Goddy out the can, get it all back
I ain't takin' my Lamb' out if the weather is wack
I make a IG baddie sell crack
29 really fuck up the tap, huh
'Bout to go Lambo' again, bring the mini AK and the rambo again
I got a ten out of ten, I won't trust her for shit 'cause she run round with them
Go down, bitch, I know that she would never leave, she a ten out of ten with the natural physique
Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it's tekky, one fifth on the kettle straight from HMP
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
Yo
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste (Yo)
Made her walk just so I can stare back
Take off your clothes, I'm hitting it
Hypnotised, I'm hitting it bare back
Put her to bed, she got jet lag
Give me a taste, got her wet now
You want Chanel? Go get that
Stack in the bag, ayo, tek that
She got a man? I didn't hear that
Got in my bag and it multiplied
Sat on my face, made her cry
They hate on me, wonder why
Blue in the whip like the sky
Out the way, I'm out the mix
No 808s, step back out the kick
They adding it up, I'm tryna be slick
But we got the same background on pics
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith (Yeah)
I like how this lady taste (Yeah)
Sippin' cream, like the taste, uh-huh
Calabasas out the gate, uh-uh
Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh
Things that we done, can't say, uh-uh
Had to go halves 'cause I'm sick of the promises, I can not deal what the promise is
I've sat with a bitch and we gassed this shit up about love, but we both done the opposite
He weren't in the street like DBE, that's why the trap is acknowledging
I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas, that's why they sick and they vomiting
I'm probably in Chrome, I'm sitting Supreme, I'm treating this shit like a deals (Yeah)
We get the fire, we ain't ridin' with phones, I know them niggas ain't eaters
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste
I'm in Chanel, Hermès, startin' my mornin'
Big league, get you kicked out the bank (Mm)
Get me in my mood, we diggin' up shoes
Got shooters on speed dial, tellin' them, "Crash" (Mm, mm)
Goddy out the can, get it all back
I ain't takin' my Lamb' out if the weather is wack
I make a IG baddie sell crack
29 really fuck up the tap, huh
'Bout to go Lambo' again, bring the mini AK and the rambo again
I got a ten out of ten, I won't trust her for shit 'cause she run round with them
Go down, bitch, I know that she would never leave, she a ten out of ten with the natural physique
Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it's tekky, one fifth on the kettle straight from HMP
She look bad every day, mhm
Chains all up in her face, mhm
She got expensive taste, mhm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mhm
Molly water to her face, mhm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste
