"Easter Pink" lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Fuck, he)
Yeah, fuck, yeah, bitch, bo
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin'
I got killers, skrillas, drug fuckin' dealers (That's right)
Rob you out your villa in this all white vanilla
I get stressed out, bitches at my house 'cause I'm lonely (Lonely)
Keep a blick up on my side, and one for my homie (Bow)
Kel-Tec with the shell tops for your skelly (Yeah)
Bust it at your brain and watch your eyes come out only
Wife beater on my body, nigga, fuck Adidas (Fuck 'em)
Nikes on my feet with the stripes on my nina (Bitch)
Fuck a competition, bitch, I'm on a mission (Fuck 'em)
Tryna get this chicken, niggas don't listen (Yeah)
I remember when (When) sleepin' on the couch (Couch)
Now I got a Skelly, bitch got a house (House)
And bro, watch your mouth (Shut up)
And what you talkin' about (Bitch)
Lay you on the ground, then stomp your ass out
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Parked outside with my Beamer (Right)
I got hella money, but it don't mean nothin' (Haha)
'Cause what's happiness if my brain can't function? (Haha)
My mental's all trapped, and I can't feel nothin'
I'm runnin' from somethin'
S-550-0, ride it in the weekend (Ride)
Shoutout to my soldiers though, they will never leave me (That's right)
Five percent windows, so they can't see me (Ssh)
Niggas waste my time, so life ain't got no meanin' (Fuck)
Fuck 'em, I don't need 'em
I bleed 'em, I'm always on the deep end (Yeah)
Nigga, how you feel? Tell me how you feel
How you feel, how you feel? (Right)
I'm dancin' with my demons, they don't want me leavin'
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Yeah, fuck, yeah, bitch, bo
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin'
I got killers, skrillas, drug fuckin' dealers (That's right)
Rob you out your villa in this all white vanilla
I get stressed out, bitches at my house 'cause I'm lonely (Lonely)
Keep a blick up on my side, and one for my homie (Bow)
Kel-Tec with the shell tops for your skelly (Yeah)
Bust it at your brain and watch your eyes come out only
Wife beater on my body, nigga, fuck Adidas (Fuck 'em)
Nikes on my feet with the stripes on my nina (Bitch)
Fuck a competition, bitch, I'm on a mission (Fuck 'em)
Tryna get this chicken, niggas don't listen (Yeah)
I remember when (When) sleepin' on the couch (Couch)
Now I got a Skelly, bitch got a house (House)
And bro, watch your mouth (Shut up)
And what you talkin' about (Bitch)
Lay you on the ground, then stomp your ass out
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Parked outside with my Beamer (Right)
I got hella money, but it don't mean nothin' (Haha)
'Cause what's happiness if my brain can't function? (Haha)
My mental's all trapped, and I can't feel nothin'
I'm runnin' from somethin'
S-550-0, ride it in the weekend (Ride)
Shoutout to my soldiers though, they will never leave me (That's right)
Five percent windows, so they can't see me (Ssh)
Niggas waste my time, so life ain't got no meanin' (Fuck)
Fuck 'em, I don't need 'em
I bleed 'em, I'm always on the deep end (Yeah)
Nigga, how you feel? Tell me how you feel
How you feel, how you feel? (Right)
I'm dancin' with my demons, they don't want me leavin'
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Okay, I pull up in that Easter pink with the pink mink (What's up?)
Fuck what you think, I got your bitch up on my dick again
Wanna be my friend again? Ride around up in the Benz
Drivin' up into night 'til we hit the mornin' (Shit)
Writer(s): Edy Edouard, Mohammad Yousef Omar
