charcuterie Lyrics

Been a while, huh

Where the thing at? No wild, huh

Throw it back

And throw the money in the fire, huh

She wanna watch me hit it, cinephile

Centerfold

Central gold

Awake N.Y. my sweater

But I Italy'd the winter coat

Put some ice up on my rims

And whip the winter roads

Fuck a gender role

I hate that shit in general

I can't make up my mind, my favorite gender

Is it Benz or Rolls?

Her mom still call me

She said I'm a tender soul

Only thing I tender

Is my money and my chicken

Gatekeep my water, no Nixon

Shitting on the game, no pigeon

They said it was Impossible so I made it my Mission

She asked me how I do it

I said come and see the kitchen

I'm the kitten

Know addition

But I can't subtract the bag and no division

I'm the kitten

Got conditions

Smooth talk the pussy, politician

Intuition

Switch positions

Like the hands up on a clock

Bitches almost drove me crazy

I decided I'mma walk

She wanna be my baby

Baby, I just wanna talk

I said you gotta knock

If it's only 2 o'clock

When you drop

When you drop drop

When you drop drop

Nose candy

I'm the candy man

Trapping out of candy land

Fuck off with that cameraman

Got her legs going pretzel like it's Auntie Anne's

She finna come undone like Duran Duran

You ain't know how to do it

So it's scary how I can

Between my left-hand bitch

And my right-hand man

I'm centered in the California king

Like a centerfold

Fuck a gender role

Fuck me if you can

Gingerbread they/them

Mr. Red Bands

It's a mystery in the bank

And it's a mystery in my pants

I rotisserie'd that bitch

With my rich friend

Way the struggle dick hit

That's the difference

Made it out the trenches

Like a flood

You did it by the book

And we did it by the blood

She asked me what I spent on the charcuterie

I told her it's a lot

I implied it's from the mud

She like, "You gotta tell me what you'd do to me

But I don't really talk dirty

I just pop thirties

She my property

You niggas poverty

It's 2am, she watching Bob Burgy

I'm the papi of the poppies and it's not curry

And it's not curry

And it's not, what

Badminton bad kitten

Hit the wrong birdy

No cell, no sentence

Brought the burn burny

Badminton bad kitten

Hit the wrong birdy

No cell, no sentence

Brought the burn burny