Burberry London
Talking big shit nigga (x3)
Uh, yeah
Uh, Burberry cologne
Spray it on me as I'm at the door leaving her home
Feel me, smell me, still whenever I'm gone
Was recording that's why I didn't pick up my phone
I get caught inside a zone where I'm roaming alone
In the whip the exterior color of foam
Smoke a blunt with my mom on the balcony blown
Lived in a few states but I'm happy I'm home
Shot glass I collect every city I've flown
Do my dance like I'm Diddy I'm jiggy I comb
Through the bs then I get down to righting my wrongs
I'm writing these songs tryna build up a throne
cnd build up my own I've been in it too long
cnd I know I'm gon' get it I feel in my bones
I just can't quit nah that ain't what I condone
Fuck a playlist nigga I'm putting me on
You on that lame shit rappers be carrying on
I don't need her if she only look good on my arm
Was reading it wrong didn't mean any harm
I apologize if I was leading you on
Yo this beat is feeling like when I ran into Dom
Only love her for the night in the morning I'm gone
She text me her moan, she can't leave me alone
5'9 brownskin with the Hennessy tone
Had to take off for a year but I couldn't be long
cnd my nephew getting big he be thinking he grown
If I ever have a kid I'm a call him Ramon
Or call her Simone, now its written in stone
Play this for ya girl bet it's her favorite song
Talking big shit nigga (x3)
Burberry cologne (x3)