Met Gala Monday Lyrics

(I'm in Tokyo)

Ah, sss sensei, uh

Uhhh bottle flipping Body Armor

Body flip somebody father —

She in da room, we make it hot, that sauna

Slit a weasel shitting cunt with my katana

Wear his face, I'm dapper clap her cheeks

Come Monday at the Gala

Conio told me lock in

Fuck around and get him enough, split yo nogging

Pretty English mami wit me take her walking

Typa cat to crawl in, my window always open

Nike shorts and vans with no socks I tie you up, shibari bondage

Carnage, tuck a gram of yak before I dip the pad acknowledge

Studied Human Psychology of Sexuality in college

Why you think they want my seed and hardest muscle any beast can ever harness

Take you out the darkness

Give you love and light dis goddess

Fucken wit me tuh, tuh (Uh)

Fucken wit me tuh, tuh (Uh)

Fuck around and pick yo polish

Pick you up and dick you down

I got us, take the road to solace

Money flip then clip my dollars got you

Fucken wit me tuh, tuh (Uh)

Fucken wit me tuh, tuh (Uh)

Ain't nobody round here snapping onna Tokyo Major

Give you that swavor

Give you that daddy stroke, Darth Vader

Didn't I, give my eye, gimme my paper

Tiger my nature, Ali and Frazier

Beat it up, clean it up, coming back later

Stop thinking

Move on, conditions

Take shots, addictions

Buck shots, collisions

Rook up, positions

Cook up, definitions

Ass so fat, love it, take her to Nobu

Waist like that, fuck it, we having a photoshoot

Malibu bliss, riding clean, with no L's L's

Shoot and don't miss, he hella clean wit that cowbell

Saint Laurent scent, take the Benz to the car wash

Got a new wax, my shorty waxed make the car stop

Park it right dere, ion share ima heartthrob

Pulling yo hair, it's slight come fuck with a pornstar

Uhhh bottle flipping Body Armor

Body flip somebody father

She in da room, we make it hot, that sauna

Slit a weasel shitting cunt with my katana

Wear his face, I'm dapper clap her cheeks

Come Monday at the Gala

Conio told me lock in