Silhouette

Lyrics

[Intro: Len] Uh, hold on (Haha, Jay F, run it back) Ayy, ayy [Chorus: Len] Baby girl, I ain't got time, out there's a bigger check And you know I like your style, I love your silhouette I put them keys inside, no friction 'cause my wrist stay wet I'm whippin' keys inside my kitchen, I met demons on a mission (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Len] This money brought me demons, ah Got tired angels on me, ah She told me she ain't leavin', ah I told her she don't want this I could break your heart, but you can't say I ain't honest Only thing that makes me smile is hearin' 'bout profits Huh, 1.5 for the show, it's funny, I still ain't blown Huh, it's safе to say I been on the road, it's funny, I'm still on the road Money and honеys, wherever I go White gold, yellow gold, my teeth bipolar That coke like Coca-Cola and I had dot like Coca-Cola B-brick same way as a kid, put that brick in a baby stroller Fourteen years old had to grow up No one showed up and I showed love From then, I knew there was no love From then, I knew there was no love Swear I only trust myself, I'm sorry [Chorus: Len] Baby girl, I ain't got time, out there's a bigger check And you know I like your style, I love your silhouette I put them keys inside, no friction 'cause my wrist stay wet I'm, I'm whippin' keys inside my kitchen, I-I met demons on a mission (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Fimiguerrero] Damn, I speak to jurisdiction, that's why no one listens (Listens, uh) No convincin' the addiction, I was sixteen, droppin' pickings I didn't play FIFA 18, had top bins like Rooney kicked it But they keep on missin' Had to sell my P4, but I flipped 'em Call scam victim, girls lyin' on my phone, trippin' How could I care when Mum got that mail of eviction? Life's like stairs, looked down and laughed, and you man slipped in (Haha) They had a head start, I was dealt cards and I fuckin' blitzed 'em M-My mother bust inside my room, went on no caller and then she cried (She cried) She, she heard my voice and the beeping iPhone 5 Same with cards stacked on my pillows, laptop to my side (L-l-laptop to my side) Had no choice, my first instinct was to lie But I knew she didn't care, she had the look inside her eyes [Outro: Fimiguerrero] There's no more enemies, it's nice Never, Nigerian man in a German car and Italian leather