Taste (Nightcore)

作曲：Kiari Cephus,David Doman,Cameron Lewis,Michael Stevenson

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring

Lotta gang, lotta **, and a icy chain

Why you claim that you rich?

That's a false claim

I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim

Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name

You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram

I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan

Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman

Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand

Three million cash, call me Rain Man

Money like a shower, that's my rain dance

And we all in black, like it's Gangland

Say the wrong words, you be hangman

Watch me stick to your ** like a spray tan

Aw, Mr.What kind of car he in

In the city love my name, ** I ain't gotta say it

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, ** what a ** say

It's all the same, like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah, that's cool but he ain't like me

Lotta girls like me, ** wanna fight me

** get yo ** checked like a fuckin' Nike

Me not icey, that's unlikely

And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C

Uh, chains on the neck for the whole team

And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream

And my ** want the Fenty, not the Maybelline

I'm the black JB the way these ** scream

Make these ** scream

Pretty little thing

Like my ** A.E

Say, ya-da-da-da-mean

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, ** what a ** say

It's all the same, like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah that's cool

Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)

Yeah, diamond ice glacier, ** imitate (ice, ice)

Aye, aye, feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)

Slow pace in the Wraith, got this ** from bae (skrtt)

Diamonds up to par (par), the cookie hittin' hard (hard)

The Rari sit in park (park), I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)

Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)

Popcorn ** shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)

Thirty-four hundred Nawfside, Charles Barkley (no)

4-8-8, Ferrari (skrrt)

Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley (ride)

She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no), depart me

Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrtt, skrtt)

I don't kick it with these ** cause they talk about ya (Yeah)

Yeah, and I got the fire, don't make me spark it out ya (fire)

Yeah, keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet (hoo)

Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)

Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)

And she got the Patek on water moccasin (water moccasin)

I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy (hey)

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, ** what a ** say

It's all the same, like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah, that's cool but he ain't like me