A$AP Ty Beats - Featherweight Pillow Fighter lyrics

[Hook: J White] I just want a Pica**o in my casa Sofía Vergara on her knees tossin' my salsa I mean my salad -- add some cilantro Pico de gallo, "¡Aye dios, mio! ¡Loca Vato" [Verse 1: J White] Watch him as he walk One hand on his co*k Other had with a watch The size of your whole block Got that Mach One razor Help me chop c**aine up Plus that Glock, chrome-stainless Always *pop* Old Faithful Got more bread than I could need in my lifetime Regis Hotel didn't even use a lifeline 'Far as p**y go' I'm k**in' all nine lives Waitress catchin' feelin's while she's fillin' up my Mai Tai And I be travellin' on my gallivant Ma**ive amounts of cash I be handlin' b**hes on my javelin, fishin' through my Hammer Pants And 'das how it goes, 'til I pa** in the Ambulance And f** your cameras; No crew of handlers Brought these banana clips to feed you f**in' animals No use for cannabis Don't care what strand it is Ya'll live in fantasies in attics in your Grandma's cribs Closet full of c**aine, marijuana papers Dolce & Gabbana More hoes than Lou Bega I'm in a hot dilemma Doin' the Macarena Tell that gender-fluid b**h I need a Dr. Pepper Office of Roc-A-Fella, faded like 'Pac at 'Chella Traded my meds for beds with broads some bread and mozzarella [Hook: J White] I just want a Pica**o in my casa Sofía Vergara on her knees tossin' my salsa I mean my salad -- add some cilantro Pico de gallo, "¡Aye dios, mio! ¡Loca Vato" I just want a Pica**o in my casa Sofía Vergara on her knees tossin' my salsa I mean my salad -- add some cilantro Pico de gallo, "¡Aye dios, mio! ¡Loca Vato" [Verse 1: J White] Popular people got me poppin' pills, 'til I'm pushin' daisies Probably inside insane asylums after my prayers Maybe not, got lots of problems, might be gone and forgotten Posthumous: "His point of view was partly off like his posture" Should I go off this awful grid and paint the town Grey like Sasha Paparazzi call that kettle black, pissed-off off of poppers Pull my finger, push the envelope, 'til I put a sock in it Put my two-cents in a pot to piss in, cut off your oxygen Cosby placebos in water, speak of the Devil in Prada Seated n-next to Foxy Brown donnin' Pastelle printed boxers Sippin' upon a baby's ba-ba filled with Strawberry Vodka Bumpin' 2pac, Big Pun and Poppa on my way to the hospital I'm just a co*ky, caustic, conscious, cosmic, condescending Comic --a stand up, Stand-Up, so stand up and start sh** I've got awful thoughts of coffins, often I'm the author offerin' Vodka water in your toddler's bottle locked in my apartment Textin' and drivin' the extra mile, Alexis Texas in my Tesla Tech is dyin' for a trial -- I'll take your rent, your neck and necklace Not to mention that espresso beverage clenched inside your left hand Every last possession on your person, 'cept your hand in friendship That's what happens when he misses breakfast Restless like he wets his bed still Dead before he gettin' recognition on a "Best-of-Best" list 'Far as expenses, rest a**ured Bread on the rise, like chefs in SF Rolexes share the shade of Kanye West's f**in' exes Speakin' of West you're headed North An exit from your debt collectors Sweatin' hitchin' lifts like wetbacks 'Buela never fed you ethics Oh, before you take offense My family climbed the fence to nest here Came from Mexico for bread and bu*ter, pesos and pimentos Smith & Wesson for you pests Your vest look' precious out the dresser Toe-to-toe don't test this Tonto Johnny Depp with them accessories Oh, so what recession gentlemen? My pants cost more than twice your pension Jet look like a pterodactyl, 'bout to paint the town magenta [Hook: J White] I just want a Pica**o in my casa Sofía Vergara on her knees tossin' my salsa I mean my salad -- add some cilantro Pico de gallo, "¡Aye dios, mio! ¡Loca Vato" I just want a Pica**o in my casa Sofía Vergara on her knees tossin' my salsa I mean my salad -- add some cilantro Pico de gallo, "¡Aye dios, mio! ¡Loca Vato"