Casshan and Andre Bayou - Toblerone

Heard y'all throwin' jabs, so I shoulder roll
I ain't worried 'cause you sweet, y'all like Toblerone
Y'all suckers still sweet like Toblerone
That white boy in the trap house, "Home Alone"
Yeah, she brown sugar like Toblerone
These thots tryna' read the signs like horoscopes
All my girls gorgeous; my last girl was foreign
I'm fly boy I'm soarin', your girl is an eyesore she's horrid
I like brown women from overseas, frappuccino, that mocha bean
Voluptuous in those jeans, I'll bag 'em all like groceries
Ugh, all of these women are beautiful; I gotta' get 'em
And she's so exotic, I got her from Kenya, and she bad as Hell, so I call her a sinner, ugh
That Toblerone, Tobi like Obito, I get caught like the Holy Ghost
If she got a donkey, like rodeos
Ugh, I'm the Godfather, boy Vito Corleone
Cream on yo girl body, hydrocortisone
Y'all free-throws, easy money Carl Malone
And ya' boy hood-rich like Al Capone
Two-a-days at the gym, I need some time alone
Birkenstocks, and my socks, I'm in monochrome
Haters tryna' call my bluff you need a dial-tone
Man, that dough a get you wrapped like calzones
If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin'
I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin'
She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open
Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin'
If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin'
I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin'
She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open
Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin'
I'm señor Rolando, better known as El Guapo
She get Fenty Beauty and Kiko Milano
Put guac on yo cabeza then dip wit yo nachos
My team is too macho machismo, muchacho
I just bagged a brand new baddie yesterday, wait
Love a baddie wit a phatty that don't hesitate, wait
Real queens go and get it; that's a lioness, yeah
Find me one to make some jollof rice and fly her in, yeah
Book another one and tell her bring a side of tibs, yeah
She gon' get my stomach right yeah that's my kind of rib, yeah
I love honeys with brown sugar in their phenotypes
Chicken thighs, and they seasoned right ya, ya, ya
If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin'
I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin'
She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open
Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin'
If she ain't a ten, then I'm ghostin'; she ain't bad then I'm ghostin'
I'm still steezin', I'm coastin', sundress season approachin'
She gon join the team, and I'm coachin', can you feel the breeze, 'cause she's open
Give her that work she needs a promotion; she give me CPR when I'm strokin'

Written by:
Rolando Valdez III

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