Young Roman$e (feat. Smooky MarGielaa)

King Combs

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    Yeah, lay up
    You the one with me when I wake up
    Motivate the boy to get his cake up
    Ask who the toughest out, they gon' say us
    So lit, you the one I wanna roll with
    And what you ask for, what you gon' get
    We can chill in the hills or the cockpit
    You can take all my whips like the drop six
    Ass fat, can't forget about her waistline
    Out of town, always hit me on the FaceTime
    Understand I be out here on the late grind
    Anytime I hit her line, we don't take time
    ASAP, hit me back like: Where you at?
    Even tie the durag or the wave cap
    Bad bitch, other niggas can't trace that
    Fuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at

    I could put you in the mansion, romancin'
    Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'
    Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see
    I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys
    And we get swagged and we roll, yeah
    I get bags for a show and
    I pop tags in the store, yeah
    We the ones and they know it

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    Tell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos
    Hard speakin' on my name everywhere you go
    Said you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know
    Oh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved
    Drop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (tick)
    I forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit
    Remember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick
    I almost got caught up but you took that shit
    Get money every day and I spend it on brand new drip
    I'm Gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this
    Diamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'
    Better stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch
    Yeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit
    A young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit
    Young bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this

    I could put you in the mansion, romancin'
    Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'
    Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see
    I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys
    And we get swagged and we roll, yeah
    I get bags for a show and
    I pop tags in the store, yeah
    We the ones and they know it

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