Hersh Myls - Mastros

Brunch with your homegirls waffles and mimosas
Drunk with your friends said a lot been on your shoulders
Slim waist no gut,
Walking in slow strut,
High heels, stepping out your drive wheels,
capturing your close up's
Aye, shotgun riding with a holster
Shit been feeling funny but the jokes up
Aye, I'm just trying to put you on a poster
For real

Leases getting signed for
You deserve a encore
Pulling out your chair for you
Open up your car door
Wake up to a better life
Pickett-fence, lawnmowers
Pick you a new hair color
Grey, red, blonde or
Options different leave outs
Closures wear you weave out
Girl you know you killing 'em, smiling with your teeth out
If you was a drug, you would always bring the feens out
Last one had you suffocated, this time you could breathe now

Dinner by eight, show up late
Barely ate
Said she only eating caviar
Had to slow down on the steak
Girl you perfect no mistakes
Never subbing out for breaks
Whip the urus she ain't even bout to slow down for the jacks, aye
12 on our back like Aaron Rodgers in the lambo
Name a place you can't go
You could wear your sandles
Bad in any weather
Girl you seasoned like cilantro
Not the MSG I got her guarding like she randle

Tell me if your boo can't
Take you out to boot camp
Up you on your shoe game
Give a fuck about what who say
Never have you digging in your pockets to look for loose change

Written by:
Anthony Daley

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