Coke in her nose, paint on the fur
Might smack on that ass, might jizz in her hair
Reach for the heavens, all praise is due
Only God can judge me, who the FUCK is you
(TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Swag)
Nylon tongues on my Jordan Ones
Drooling daydreams of fucking Jourdan Dunn
When I say 'that bad bitch' know I got more than one
I treat my main like my ex, my side jawn be importing one
Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel good if it wasn't for pain
She dump me, she'll be forever fucking lames
And i'll be drunk driving down memory lane
Emotional outbursts to sanity outskirts
Been yelling so much that my got damn mouth hurts
Milquetoast outlooks, tumultuous breakups
Just last year was head over heels, them Alaïa lace-ups
The pussy so rare it was ridiculous
She ain't pregnant or a virgin, but you'd be lucky to hit it
Lucky to smell it, yearning, giving a taste
And she got ass but I'm obsessed with her face
Coke in her nose, paint on the fur
Might smack on that ass, might jizz in her hair
Reach for the heavens, all praise is due
Only God can judge me, who the FUCK is you
(TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Soul)
I dont know if the world ready for me
Spoiled rotten, whatever I want, she get it for me
My MILF's rock fur coats and furry coochies
She leave her kids at home and take me out to the movies
What's sad is I'm the same age as her oldest
Her ass so fat, you would've thought it was bogus
I bought her flowers cause she drove a Lotus
She put her two lips on my wood and started poking
Ain't gon lie, pimped her out of SSI
Don't ask why, nigga just respect it
She bought me-- Lanvin and Balmain, Kiehl's lotion with almond
Pad got the barcelona chair with the ottoman
Her Chase card burned down Barney's for me
Could hold her liquor and she look good in her 40s
She scream fuck me, more than she say she love me
That's pussy from a cougar, spending that divorce money
Coke in her nose, paint on her fur
Might smack on that ass, might jizz in her hair
Reach for the heavens, all praise is due
Only God can judge me, who the FUCK is you
(TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Soul...Swag)
credits
released November 7, 2011
PRODUCED BY NASCENT & QB. RECORDED BY BEN PRAMUK @ (6) ZEN PALACE
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