His & Hers

Lyrics
[Intro] Ayy, look [Verse] Let's take a trip, we in Bahamas with it I'm tryna change the whole world like Obama did it Real street nigga, I don't know no politicians I'm tryna take over the game, fuck the competition Bitch, I'm the bomb, I'm kinda scared for my oppositions Tryna make my money stack like a pile of dishes I stuck my dick in too deep and now the condom missin' I'm in love with her body, but she optimistic Take her shoppin', all she wanted was a bag I'ma cash it if she want it, she ain't never gotta ask We both hustle hard, shit, I'm in the booth while she in class Them backshots perfect when I put my fingеr in her ass She like it nasty, shit, I likе it too I kinda think that I'm in love and I can't fight the truth I'll beat a nigga ass, but, shit, she like to shoot I'ma do the Gucci shoes, but she like the boots I like that new Range Rover, shit, she like the coupe I like to do it while it's raining and she like it too She fucked my head up, she said, "Mike, I wanna marry you" I'ma hold it down for us until they bury you We on our way to the top, bae, I'll carry you They don't wanna see us win and it's terrible Shit, I swear it's too late, I be in her mouth like a toothache Rubbin' nut all down her tongue like it's toothpaste Havin' sex three times a day, she got a new shape I told her, "When I kick, you better push," no Lupe We still grindin', though Bae, I wanna catch a flight, where you tryna go? I ain't gon' lie, she tryna fuck and I'm tryna smoke We at the crib, she gotta piss and I'm 'bout to go Mad as hell she keep puttin' all my boxers on I'm rockin' Tom Ford oil, this is not cologne I'm just ventin' to my bitch, this is not a song When you feelin' by yourself, you are not alone And we both gettin' a bag, so we over-straight Shit, she a keeper when her credit score over eight We tryna buy that new crib with the golden gate I'm finna hit a home run, bae, load the base I just made this off the road, bae, load the safe She'll catch a body for me, bae, load the K She like Bonnie, I'm like Clyde when we slide out We comin' his and hers cars when we ride out We bringin' out all killers, we like five out She suckin' dick to wake me up when I nod out She the G.O.A.T. and I'll scream it to the world 'cause it's true She even pour the lean for me, here, baby, this a deuce Keep actin' like you do, I'ma put a baby up in you I left the crib, she wanna smoke, I left an eighthy out for you Man, we always fuck twice on them drunk nights Been goin' hard for some time, that mean somethin' right Cashin' out Bnbs, but we punch flights Diamonds hittin' off our necks from the sunlight (This the fun life)
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- RMC Mike