Face Vega - Late March lyrics

[Verse 1] I bet yo girl love me, I made that girl hate me Inside I'm pushing miss daisy Outside Mercedes Mercedes Faye Reagan era The terror was born in the 80s I Pray that my coffin ain't hasty Pray for me ma, I've gone crazy Satan awaits the arraignment Playful before the invasion I'm going south for vacation I bet she tastes like I'm famous I like that face I'm a frame it I fell awake into greatness But I don't think I can attain it I can't explain all my riches Pockets is thin in my britches But I got the key to the village And I can not see who I'm k**ing I think I'm f**ing religious I think I'm f**ing religious [Verse 2] Just wrapped the Audi f**in' with this ballerina Whip it like a saudi, sippin' sour with the diesel I'm Deniro, my b**h look like a sequel to Casino If I pull with my people they could hit us with the RICO Call me tall Devito I count euros by the kilo Show up in the Bimmer, lil mama can I keep her I might drink lil Josefina, weigh my women by the liter It look funny when I Dougie but I bet she let me skeeter b**hes call me tacky bet lil Patti call me daddy Peyton Manning caddy, old cha**is, new baddy Blow a baggie looking sadly, couple digits in her fanny Tammy's family looking aggy, cause her granny think I'm Nazi Poor Annie, you don't hear me It broke badly, we're all happy You stopped calling, I'm so starving The block hot so I'm cold clocking So often, he's so brolic But one shot to the gut and he's zoloftin' So lofty, So wylin, he's no island Gully and gothic, but watch him, he's knows nada Broke collar, bone gristle, froze lava Colt 5er, gla** bottle, no armor Lone author, no harm to those watching No problems is no profit [Verse 2] I bet they all love me I bet they all hate me I got a feeling we'll make it I got her feeling real naked Faye Reagan era Our terror is feeling at all I just think we should dissolve I think I'm closer to God With her top down You shoulda seen how she talked You wouldn't believe me at all You wouldn't believe me But I done went south for vacation I know she tastes like I'm famous I love that face so I framed it I fell awake into greatness But I found that I couldn't tame it I can't explain all my riches Pockets is thin in my britches But I got the key to the village And I can not see who I'm k**ing I am not one bit repentant I don't regret not a second at all