Close 2 The Sun lyrics

[Intro]
Draft!
Yeah, yeah (First round, first round)
First round pick

[Chorus]
It’s the one of the one with the condo close to the sun
Tryna get deep in some gums
b*tch starin’ at me, I must be pretty or some’
She was off Henny and rum
I’m tryna f*ck up my kidney or some’, poured a six in a two
I just doubled my deuce (Shh)
Fell in love with the juice
Come in my crib with no shoes (Perfect, b*tch)

[Verse]
Any kitchen, my dawg, he can break it in twos
Yeah, Superstition got me wishin’
This Marni sweater itchin’
Huh, switch up my b*tches like—
Switchin' my— (Switch)
n*gga want smoke, I’m finе, Miller can’t wait to send a blitz (Brr)
Two French twins want wee-wee, Wе met ‘em at the Ritz (Yeah)
First round pick, imma die with these hoes on my di*k (Draft!)
This sh*t was already written (Did)
I was geeked up with my brothers, f*ckin’ on hoes, in the Great Britain (Mate)
I spent a stack on some mittens
My white boy Jeremy Piven
He dropped me off on the backend, he wrapped it up with a blue ribbon (Huh, huh)
n*ggas can’t see me with eyes wide
Ain’t have to say it but f*ck it, b*tch n*gga I’m outside
Ball like NBA Live (Live)
f*ck n*gga, that’s my life (My life)
She treat me like I'm Hov, call me honey, no beehive (‘hive)
When she in my presence, treat that pus*y like a present
She bust it open for me, Like it came wrapped with a ribbon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she told me best part of wakin’ up, is di*k in her gut
Ain't no fudge in my cup (No fudge in my cup)
This n*gga sippin' on "what?" (Just sippin' on "what?")
Apply the pressure in Margiela painted leather
She got a boyfriend, but she say I treat her better
Yeah, it's whatever
f*ck It (Yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s the one of the one with the condo close to the sun
Tryna get deep in some gums
b*tch starin’ at me, I must be pretty or some’
She was off Henny and rum
I’m tryna f*ck up my kidney or some’, poured a six in a two
I just doubled my deuce (Shh)
Fell in love with the juice
Come in my crib with no shoes (b*tch)