Melo Letra

By the illustrious Pimpire
Straight up, yo

After all that clout you chased, how the fuck you still out of shape?
They would've been gave me my flowers if I was fake
Native New York hate, if I was from out of state then I'd be Drake
But who am I to complain
Paper planes, Plane Janes, Tourbillon's, and Day-Dates
What a difference a day makes
I was just spraying a Playmate in her face
Now she banging gang baby cakes thinks she's playing in my face
But I know the game, therefor I know where to placе my faith
Ace of Spades her ways, gotta call a spadе a spade
It's a shame you got champagne taste but Kool-Aid for brains
Margiela tabbies
I done fucked all the baddies like Carmelo Anthony
Cut off so many freaks that fancy me, you might randomly meet an amputee
Bitches missing hands and feet like some damn Marines
Wearing fatigues blackberry brandy in a canteen looking like antifreeze
You need a man to fix everything, you a mechanic's dream
It's rare you see these hands in grease
The only chance it'll be is in Santorini, Greece
You chasing rings but I'm a champion in the streets
But even when on a stacked team nothing is guaranteed
Bitch, what you think? I'm running a charity?
To receive a bag from me is feeding your vanity
It's like I'm Prince and you Vanity
You triggered but everything you seeing on Instagram's fantasy
Beauty is temporary like an Airbnb
When the cameras leave, the Mansory turns back to a Camry
This is the way you choose between food or candy
Friends or family, a handsome as me a chimpanzee
If you scared to compete you can't win the Grand Prix

And that's me
Melo
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