Lauren (feat. JAY1) - Deno & Charlie Sloth

Rollin Chiuso insieme a lei sì dentro a un Mercedes Mi guarda negli occhi poi fa da bere Il tetto che brucia come un braciere Soli Vuole solo me non vuole altri cazzi Non vuole le borse vuole i palazzi Per una così diventiamo pazzi,(pazzi) Baby sì, muovi il culo sopra sto tempo,(uh) Non me lo dici però lo so che no non ti servo Oramai quando sto con te non rallento Ma a qualunque cosa, lo sai, ci sto attento (yeah) Pure quando mi rispondi male Non mi dici cosa pensi Meglio le urla baby dei silenzi Lo facciamo a terra ubriachi persi Ci abbracciamo e poi perdiamo i sensi No no io non voglio farti perdere tempo Io sì voglio prendere tempo (baby) I just wanna take your time I, I should've known, I just wanna take your time I don't wanna be without you, I don't wanna be without you) Yo, yes indeed Sweet brown thing from the West Indies Focus trynna get my paper, focus trynna get these p's And about from early, can't test me JAY1 too certy See me mama heart too clean Still a couple guys trynna do a man dirty I guess that's live life, still steady vibing, everything nice Past too high, imma cover that prize Girls go blind when they look at my ice I know I'm flexy, midnight I might bought Becky Got feels, no boy, too tekky This year i'm moving sexy JAY1 got elegant taste, back so big with the elegant waist No talks, I ain't playing no games I just wanna kick-back, turn up, get paid Figure 8 and a jiggly back All those good times got me setting me back You where there from the start way before I could rap Now you're telling me you're leaving, how you're telling me that I, I should've known, I just wanna take your time I don't wanna be without you, I don't wanna be without you

Hey, hey Skrrt W-W-Whoa Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet Hey, hey Skrrt W-W-Whoa Patek on my bitch (Patek) Then I put two titties on my stick (Boaw, roaw) I don't wanna hit her, pass her, an assist (Hey, hey) I drop my top, the coupe, the sun hit off my wrist (Skrrt) I been drippin', ain't no slippin' in my pimpin' (Drippin', woo) And I pop my rock, rich butt-whoop in the kitchen (Whoop, whoop) I put Forgis on my Bentley, up my inches (Forgis, hey) My bitch, she only want a Birkin to match her interest (Birkin, Birkin) Time to get up my bag and get on a mission (Bag) Niggas be goin' out sav', we handle the business (Sav') Get your bitch, she winkin' eyes and blowin' kisses (Get your bitch) I keep fire, the Glock a .40 with a biscuit (I keep fire) Got tunnel vision I done stacked my money up, I'm goin' up on my wealth (Hey) Did it with my gang so I can't go to top myself (Gang) You can smell Gelati and Biscotti on my breath (Gelati) Shawty wanna dive in my water, Michael Phelps (Splash) I got stripes, I'm a ref, double D up on my belt (Stripes, Dior) Drugs on the sheld, codeine, cocaine and MF (Codeine, hey) Whole hundred thousand in my pocket, I can't stop (Woo, woo) Drippin' on these bitches, it's a problem, need some help (Drip, hey) I been dreamin', diamonds made these bitches eat the semen (Hey) Fiendin', I keep God with me, watch the demons (God) Leanin', codeine in my blood and it's streamin' (Hoo, hoo) Genie, you get three wishes, where the green at? (Hoo, hoo, cash) Yeah, whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge (Yeah) And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't borin', pussy, I ain't borin' Chanel up on your feet and I adore it And I got you feelin' so important, feelin' so important (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til the mornin' (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til we all rich, all rich Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry (Yeah, woo) Yeah, whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge (Yeah) And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't borin', pussy, I ain't borin' Chanel up on your feet and I adore it And I got you feelin' so important, feelin' so important (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til the mornin' (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til we all rich, all rich (Yeah) Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry Gaze at my jewels, Js are my jewels (Yeah, woo) .38, that's my tool We don't aim for the rood (Skeet, skeet, skeet) Bando Baby 29, you'll die right here (Woo) This is somethin' you see every light-light year, yeah Bando, hmm (Woo, woo, woo) Nigga tryna do his research like it's Recess and he Randall (Randall) When we ride out, we in camo (Skeet, skeet, skeet) Mm, mm, mm, mm (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Murder's a subject that we can handle Darlin', can I get a taste? (Can I?) Eat your pussy for lunch and I'll shoot your boyfriend in the face (Hahaha) Let's go Paris for the weekend Darlin', I can keep a secret Yo, I sipped lean last night, I couldn't sleep last night (Yeah) Too much on my mind, I couldn't dream last night I go Paris, I'ma need tonight She a Capricorn, she's with me tonight Girl, you're a bad habit, spend thousands and I don't panic (No) Eat her pussy with no teeth, I leave no damage (Haha) She just said, "Celiné me," she's dyin' for those CCs Baby, fuck me like you need me (Ooh) These niggas whippin' coke, but they're bad at it (Mm) I just poured a four, I took a Xan with it (Mm, mm) I throw you 50 bands, you keep it a secret (Woo, skeet, skeet) Promise that you'll never ever tell where I'm leapin' (Skeet, skeet, skeet) Yeah, whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge (Yeah) And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't borin', pussy, I ain't borin' Chanel up on your feet and I adore it And I got you feelin' so important, feelin' so important (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til the mornin' (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til we all rich, all rich Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry (Yeah, woo) Yeah, whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge (Yeah) And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't borin', pussy, I ain't borin' Chanel up on your feet and I adore it And I got you feelin' so important, feelin' so important (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til the mornin' (Yeah) Whippin' up the coca 'til we all rich, all rich (Yeah) Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry

Ay, ay I'm getting so sick of these niggas Ngina just called me, we're making a story We're busy counting all these figures I'm calm and so saucy, these people they bore me I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller These bitches are cray, they're moving like bae They're steady breading up a nigga Ay, ay I'm getting so sick of these niggas Ngina just called me, we're making a story We're busy counting all these figures I'm calm and so saucy, these people they bore me I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller These bitches are cray, they're moving like bae They're steady breading up a nigga Told that girl give uck and then vanish Gave her the D now she's wanting a tour Am I looking like Buckingham Palace? Like JAY1 looking like big 6 Pogba, run up slow and then bang it 6 girls on my hotline, that's a madness 3 girls wanna come tru', no hat-trick And you was going city to city, but you never even hollered at Jay I was in the studio putting that work, on my fucking life I ain't playing no games And I ain't got prick on my forehead so I can never get bucked by the main And that girl said that I'm trash, so why you still on my page? And that girl there with the back looked peng so I gave her a 20 day trial Update her on the 15th day, and I told her straight that it's looking like Miles But I ended the trap with a smile, never again Try make it a title How you gonna talk about Jay's not good, when I praise my lord and I read my Ay, ay I'm getting so sick of these niggas Ngina just called me, we're making a story We're busy counting all these figures I'm calm and so saucy, these people they bore me I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller These bitches are cray, they're moving like bae They're steady breading up a nigga Ay, ay I'm getting so sick of these niggas Ngina just called me, we're making a story We're busy counting all these figures I'm calm and so saucy, these people they bore me I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller These bitches are cray, they're moving like bae They're steady breading up a nigga Ay

I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat to tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me Cuz I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I-I-I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat too tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me PART ONE OF LIFESTYLE

Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Just came through with a one-two, If you ask me then I might just son you I don't give a shit 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah) Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (that's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, Guess I'm sounding like it's a million's track (woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy) Babe, that's the life we live Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (they slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla