Lil Slosh - KASHMIRI

I put cashmere on my Kashmiri bitches
Tell her come here, or else I'm burning bridges
Now you hear I went rags to riches
You turn your ear like giving me your full attention, yeah
Girl, you in the wrong mentions
I'm on Caliguiro Drive, got more pistons
Trap phone, never stop ringing
Scat pack, always got it revving
Big black Benz like a Tonka truck
That bitch moving crazy, I don't give a fuck, yeah
Pissed me off by hesitating
Came a way from residential painting
Now I'm dealing with this pain, and
Wondering if we can stay friends
Giving what you taking
You running round my mind like the day shift, yeah
Teeter-totter on the fence, huh?
What you think I'm just a fan, huh?
Won't you go ask your friends, huh?
They'll tell you Sloshie be the man, bruh
Ah, damn, we look good on camera
But she disappear full phantom
Like a Rolls Royce, no choice, nah
You can't escape my voice and I can't escape your noise
Venting all my stresses to the boys
How the fuck you walking with the poise
How the fuck you walking with it, walking with it
Tell me, how the fuck you walking with it
Deep up in the snow like I'm Santa
Numbers jumping up, they like Dasher, Prancer
Rolling in the Phantom with a striptease dancer
Fuck her in the flops like Balenciaga sandals
Cashmere on my Kashmiri bitches
Tell her come here, or else I'm burning bridges
Now you hear I went rags to riches
You turn your ear like giving me your full attention, yeah
Girl, you in the wrong mentions
I'm on Caliguiro Drive, got more pistons
Trap phone, never stop ringing
Scat pack, always got it revving
Bitch, you lurking on my page, hah
I be busting in them safes, now
My brothers beating all them court trials
Rendezvous up at the compound
Sign a contract with the Montblanc
We in the club with Moncler's on
I'm getting hella daps from these randoms
Making racks by my hands on the handguns
If you got a problem, say sum
I ain't got a motherfucking paystub
Shawty from Tirana, get the love now
I be in Toronto making funds now
Chilly in the city, but the mandem with me
Bad gyal and she sing like Whitney
Think we swim with the sharks?
Man, we are them, you kidding me?
Say I ain't with gang and you shitting me
Bad gyal like Shakira, she loco
Post me on the story, that's the promo
Life flash 'fore your eyes, no photo
Eight bitches hopping out the German four door
Volcanic, coming in from Mordor
Tell my chauffeur, Lucia Drive, solo
Everything I wear slapped up with the logos
Cashmere on my Kashmiri bitches
Tell her come here, or else I'm burning bridges
Now you hear I went rags to riches
You turn your ear like giving me your full attention, yeah
Girl, you in the wrong mentions
I'm on Caliguiro Drive, got more pistons
Trap phone, never stop ringing
Scat pack, always got it revving

Written by:
SASHA CUPAC

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