lirik lagu please – peachcurls
n*gga, please
i am so hot i feel like 500 degrees
she top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
bad lil b*tch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
i cannot be seen
yeah, n*gga, please
i cannot be seen. i’m invisible
why you handcuffing? she can make her own decisions
if she say that she a christian
top me up to a religious movie
front ways back ways bring me back all my residuals
peachcurls and zoë got the party going digital
she seen me hit my porky asked what i was finna get into
i came in the game
i can sang
i make bangers
i ain’t never been no lame
yo baby mama go insane
i might candy paint the frame
and pop trunk on the stock exchange
it’s young peach you know my name
pull out my meat she nearly fainted
my b*tch hit my facetime
she want the truth but she can’t take it
we fight like it’s baby boy
now where them tacos you was making
n*gga, please
i am so hot i feel like 500 degrees
she top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
bad lil b*tch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
i cannot be seen
yeah, n*gga, please
don’t go sleeping on heem
do it by myself i got the glow i got the gleam
d*mn the beat hard it was made by anna greene
f*cked her and i made her slab she talmbout “when you get so mean!?”
yes sir, if you forgot how i was coming here go a refresher
full*time real n*gga, part*time bad texter
couple white girls bodies just like fran drescher
you got beef with us cuz yo b*tch wanna sleep with us
i’m so heavy screens fall to belly
she think i don’t wash up because this pack i got is smelly
blunt loud like it’s got something it’s tryna tell me
n*gga, please
i am so hot i feel like 500 degrees
she top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
bad lil b*tch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
i cannot be seen
yeah, n*gga, please
i am so hot i feel like 500 degrees
she top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
bad lil b*tch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
i cannot be seen
yeah, n*gga, please