Testo Royalty - Jeremih feat. Future & Big Sean
Testo della canzone Royalty (Jeremih feat. Future & Big Sean), tratta dall'album Late Nights: The Album
Club jam-packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam-packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Got bad bitches in the VIP in our section
They want girls kissin' girls, that's the way we do it, flexin' yeah
Shawty wanna ride with the team, go on and come
Mollies and 'em Percs, got these young bitches sprung
I know you enjoying these moments
Let's get some girls and go turn up
I brought some cash, we can burn up
Do you like new Chanel, nel, nel
Tell your ex farewell, well, well (well, well, well)
I be the nigga who take your bitch from you then give her right back to you
You should be thanking me nigga, 'cause I gave her right back to you
Club jam-packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam-packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty
Bad bitches in the VIP in my section
They want girls kissin' girls, yeah, that's what we flexin'
Now you got some new tricks, no?
Movin' yo' hips, no?
Now she gon' get it, hold it back for a nigga
You know you make me wanna dip around
Maybe we could trip around
Right eye is the visual, this right eye is the
Your games all I wanna play, all day
Anyway, every way
We need a sun or day, I can't wait
Chemistry, penetrate
Club jam-packed they gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam-packed they gon' treat us like we royalty
Bad bitches in the VIP in my section
They want girls kissin' girls, yeah, that's we flexin'
Taking more shots than the cops, that's tragic
It's okay as long as you don't turn into a habit
I know you like drinking out the bottle, fuck a glass though
I know when we fuck you like that finger in your ass though
I keep it on the low, low, low
Do I want you to stop? No, no, no
I know that niggas with paper that pussy
I get it free with the promo code
Phone's off, no phone calls and no stress
Put that crown on your wrist, that's a Rolex
That's because you're royalty
They gon' wan' put on a show for me
They gon' wanna chauffeur me
When I take this camera out, just make sure you pose for me
You know that little dress you wear, the little one, it do the most for me
When you get high, go drop it low for me
When the driver comes and opens up the door, make sure you close to me
Make sure you close to me 'cause the
Club jam-packed they gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam-packed they gon' treat us like we royalty
Got bad bitches in the VIP in my section
They want girls kissin' girls, that's the way we do it, flexin' yeah
Shawty wanna ride with the team, go on and come
Mollies and 'em Percs, got these young bitches sprung
I know you enjoying these moments
Let's get some girls and go turn up
I brought some cash, we can burn up
Do you like new Chanel, nel, nel
Tell your ex farewell, well, well
I be the nigga that who your bitch from you then give her right back to you
You should be thanking me nigga, 'cause I gave her right back to you
Is that body on a day to day?
All up on your database
I just had to see your face
Last time I see your face
Netflix, weed, Patron
This here, we can't control
Your drug, I overdose
I think you sold your soul
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Jeremy P. Felton, Nayvadius Wilburn, Andrew James Proctor
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