Future - Way 2 Sexy lyrics
[Intro: Right Said Fred] I'm too sexy for my shirt Too sexy for my shirt So sexy, it hurts I'm too sexy for Milan Too sexy for Milan New York or Japan [Chorus: Future] Yeah, woah, woah, woah I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Drake] Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (Okay) I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (Way too sexy) And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (Way too sexy) And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric Okay, alright, that's fine, okay Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (Way too sexy) Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece) Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah) Yeah, I like it crowded Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it I'ma fu*k her friends and send her back to Metro housin' [Chorus: Future] Yeah, woah, woah, woah I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: Future] I pop out, get ghost on a b*tch, she don't know where I went (Where I go?) Pray for all my dogs, all my ni**as behind the fence (Prayer) Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker Young ni**as always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers Young ni**a havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get— Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene That's that action, her best work on her knees Too sexy for this cash Too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin' on me Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a b*tch look sexy I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin' on me [Chorus: Future] Yeah, woah, woah, woah I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Young Thug] Too sexy to count (Ah), fetty (Oh) My neck baguetty (Hoo) Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh) This paper, I shred it (Yeah) I swindled, no sweatin' I saw you (b*tch), beggin' (Ho) Goddamn, you petty (Ha) I ain't done spending (Yeah) No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend) Bags in and out (Let's get bags) My man ain't gon' steal it (On God) Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags) Make these young hoes wish they was rich (Woo) All-green gators, they look like a switch Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani) I'm too sexy (Yeah) My neck (Yeah), baguetties Molest me (Woah), caress me (Woah) I'll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski) I been kickin' sh*t (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah) I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo)