Ernest Kingg - Brunch Date

Aww Aww Aww
Yeah Yeah
Aww Aww Aww
Yeah Yeah
Playa for real, playa for real

Yeah! Speeding 110 under the influence
I can't lie I been using
I can't lie she been choosing
Sing to it ima buss you down if you fuck it up
Put the Porsche in sport mode almost fucked it up
We gone make a 100 million tryna run it up
Cant compare me to a soul I'm one of one
Take a bad bitch to brunch

Niggas still hating super gay that's out
They brought rakes in the club through a pile
Eating good and waitress speak Italian off limitation now I'm tryna take a bitch to Maui
I don't do the fake love I can live without it
I just seen drakes crib I'm tryna build a palace
Residuals keep it code, my people eat
Never tell a soul
Dodging Rico I heard a beep
Talking on the phone, don't do it
I seen the pain in his eyes when they hit em time
We tryna live not survive
Stuffing fat racks in these tight jeans
I told jay he gotta slow down on the lean
I can't slow down I'm 7 years from 30
Put the bitch in sport mode gotta work it
Take her home hit on the rug Persian
Make a way for my niggas like a lineman
While he dissing I be thumbing through commas
Singing to his bitch frankly lymon
Ass super fat get a grip on it
Got her waist snatched
Im tryna get on it
Niggas crying over losses throwing fits homie
If you a boss show your hustle get rich on em
Big ass bag taking trips on em

Speeding 110 under the influence
I can't lie I been using
I can't lie she been choosing
Sing to it ima buss you down if you fuck it up
Put the Porsche in sport mode almost fucked it up
We gone make a 100 million tryna run it up
Cant compare me to a soul I'm one of one
Take a bad bitch to brunch

Written by:
Ernest Anderson

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