Nikes lyrics

Special shoutout to the icon dynasty, Slip-N-Slide Records

I got two versions, I got two versions, I got two versions

These bitches want Nikes (This is a setup)

They looking for a check (Oh my god)

Tell em it ain't likely (This bitch tryna set me up)

Said she need a ring like Carmelo (Hands up, oh my god)

Must be on that white like Othello (Oh my, it's a real life angel)

All you want is Nikes (Yeah)

But the real ones just like you (Tell these niggas)

Just like me (Tell these guys you ain't basic)

I don't play, I don't make time

(Tell these guys you wear Zanottis, you a hottie, this is heaven on earth)

But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line

(But if you're in the party don't bring your shotty

Love everybody)

Pour one for A$AP (rest in peace)

RIP Pimp C (rest in peace)

RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me

Woo, fuckin' buzzin', woo!

(Remember one thing, remember one thing: don't take no photos in the party)

That my little cousin, he got a little trade

His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid

(That's rule number one

Rule number two: don't take no photos in the party)

We out by the pool, some little mermaids

Me and them gel

Like twigs with them bangs

(Rule number three: I got one left)

Now that's a real mermaid

You been holding your breath

Weighted down

(If you in the-)

Punk madre, punk papa

(If you couldn't get to the-, go your ass to sleep, we in the-)

He don't care for me

(Special shoutout to them live niggas at Rap-A-Lot records)

But who cares for me

(We keep it hot)

And that's good enough

(I've been working on my bod, I feel hot)

We don't talk much or nothin'

(If we in the- holla at ya gwalla)

But when we talkin' about something

(Oh my god, hold up)

We have good discussion

(Tell these basic bitches we don't wear Nike)

I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something

(You guys are naughty, you a hottie, hold up)

That's good for us

We’ll let you guys prophesy

We’ll let you guys prophesy

We gon' see the future first

We’ll let you guys prophesy

We gon' see the future first

Living so the last night feels like a past life

Speaking of the, don’t know what got into people

Devil be possessin homies

Demons try to body jump

Why you think I'm in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke

Acid on me like the rain

Weed crumbles in the glitter

Rain, glitter

We laid out on this wet floor

Away turf, no Astro

Mesmerized how the strobes glow

Look at all the people feet dance

I know that your nigga came, with you

But he ain't, with you

The only human in this humid in these Balmains

I mean my balls sticking in my jeans

We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose

Sippin' pink-gold lemonades

Feelin'

I may be younger but I'll look after you

We're not in love, but I'll make love to you

When you're not here I'll save some for you

I'm not him but I'll mean something to you

I'll mean something to you

I'll mean something to you

You got a roommate he’ll hear what we do

It’s only awkward if you’re fucking him too

• Artist:Frank Ocean
• Album:Blonde (2016)