Prof. Logik - Guilty Pleasure lyrics

[Intro] Unn, where we at? Unn [Verse 1] Microphone in my palms, feel me It just make me strong if it can't k** me I wield the wood grain, all in the name of Chad Butler Word to my mother You know i keeps it southern Check Me, I say I can feel my heartbeat through these beats Crack game fresh but never drop rock, Memphis Bleek, unn Rock bottom yo main into my sheets Give her people's elbows and bounce out in just a week, unn Its that easy, better believe me Better and better, I get her, wetter than ever Met her, then swept her, forget her, neglect her, repeat forever Real rap, haters heard that They backwards, but i'll never take my words back I'm on the come up But you better know that Christian Dior coming You talking chicks, I rock with all types Im keyboard thuggin' Boy its nothing [Hook] Infatuated with a necessary evil, evil, evil Infatuated with a necessary evil, evil, evil Infatuated with a necessary evil I'm a fiend for a guilty pleasure, forever [Verse 2] I just want face, close your eyes You don't taste then its a waste like, right above them thighs T-H-E FLii find me right above the skies Or Right below ya chick, she scream loud when she ride, unn FATOGANG its the halo gang till I die Ankle sprains on ya main She can't catch me in a plane Insane to the brain we deranged ho Whippin' durangos Shout out Django Got my money right, I ain't never lied Kicks like Forrest Law, but by those I Dont abide Im bout to change my name from TheFLii to Dubai Gettin' Arab money everytime I bust a rhyme Too Discrete, incognito in the foreign Black beamer peel the block, smellin' like a orange These hoes dogs why they actin' so cowardly? Girl give me top, swear she s** the life out of me They say im raw but, that's how i got to be Miss me with the how-to-be's Haters talk hard, but thet sweeter than a Albanese Hanging off the balconies FLii Bangz got mouths to feed Ride with me Real to the red blood cell, La Familia Better get familiar Better get from round me All I see is red Caught up in the rapture of metaphors and bloodshed Braveheart Life stories and chess moves, play smart Try to feel me 'fore somebody try to k** me [Hook]