Mirage lyrics

[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Oh yeah (Yeah)
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Overseas my jeans they fly
Smoking on exotic weed I’m high
Damn she called me up then I deny
f*ck it, I’m in this b*tch telling lies
f*ck it, I’m pimp, I don’t play ‘bout my broads
f*ck it, I’m gangsta, don’t play ‘bout my guys
f*ck all that hittin’ sh*t, we up the fye
This the hand I was dealt, guess I'm playin' my cards
My one b*tch Nicki I call her Minaj
Raf Simons DigiCamo b*tch Mirage
I need a crib with a 12 car garage
And I can’t go in public b*tch cause I’m a star
I’m out with this hoe and I’m hidin
I’m in the location this b*tch private
I keep that hoe on the DL private
b*tch I stay fresh like some muf*cking Trident

[Bridge]
My diamonds wet like a muf*cking island
Try this, bet you get hit up and silenced
I’m on psychedelics b*tch so everything vibrant
And just like a pilot lil’ b*tch, I’m high
And just like some fast food lil’ b*tch, I’m fried
Lil’ n*gga I passed you, damn that sh*t sad
Damn, I came through hopped in my bag
Damn, I’m high as f*ck b*tch I got jetlag
[Chorus]
Overseas my jeans they fly
Smoking on exotic weed I’m high
Damn she called me up then I deny
f*ck it, I’m in this b*tch telling lies
f*ck it, I’m pimp, I don’t play ‘bout my broads
f*ck it, I’m gangsta, don’t play ‘bout my guys
f*ck all that hittin’ sh*t, we up the fye
This the hand I was dealt, guess I'm playin' my cards
My one b*tch Nicki I call her Minaj
Raf Simons DigiCamo b*tch Mirage
I need a crib with a 12 car garage
And I can’t go in public b*tch cause I’m a star
I’m out with this hoe and I’m hidin
I’m in the location this b*tch private
I keep that hoe on the DL private
b*tch I stay fresh like some muf*cking Trident

[Verse]
Yes, I’m way-way up in the sky
b*tch, I’m way-way up yes I’m high
Like a Beyblade, we spin his block
He don’t wanna be one them guys
He was mayday, he goin’ down
Yes, he had a smile turn that sh*t to a frown
I had a frown, turned that sh*t upside down
Now that I’m up man these b*tches go down
Look we gon’ fry these lil’ boys like some fries
Imma turn her over and hit from the side
Timmy Turner man these f*ck n*ggas odd
I hit her in the whip, we f*ckin’ outside
f*ck it, it is what it is
No I’m not cuffing these b*tches that it
She keep saying I play games like a kid
And this ice on my fist got these f*ck n*ggas sick (Okay)
[Chorus]
Overseas my jeans they fly
Smoking on exotic weed I’m high
Damn she called me up then I deny
f*ck it, I’m in this b*tch telling lies
f*ck it, I’m pimp, I don’t play ‘bout my broads
f*ck it, I’m gangsta, don’t play ‘bout my guys
f*ck all that hittin’ sh*t, we up the fye
This the hand I was dealt, guess I'm playin' my cards
My one b*tch Nicki I call her Minaj
Raf Simons DigiCamo b*tch Mirage
I need a crib with a 12 car garage
And I can’t go in public b*tch cause I’m a star
I’m out with this hoe and I’m hidin
I’m in the location this b*tch private
I keep that hoe on the DL private
b*tch I stay fresh like some muf*cking Trident

[Bridge]
My diamonds wet like a muf*cking island
Try this, bet you get hit up and silenced
I’m on psychedelics b*tch so everything vibrant
And just like a pilot lil’ b*tch, I’m high
And just like some fast food lil’ b*tch, I’m fried
Lil’ n*gga I passed you, damn that sh*t sad
Damn, I came through hopped in my bag
Damn, I’m high as f*ck b*tch I got jetlag