Текст песни: Look Like Basquiat + перевод

I’m happy

Mhm, mhm

Savage, life

SpaceGhostPurrp

Lil' bitch

My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360

And you owe me 4 for that whole thang, that’s 36 deep

I got yo bitch trynna spoon

I paint a picture with her hymen

She dress up like Sailor Moon for my excitement

Said «Wipe Me Down» I got a lot of money now, bitch

Said «Wipe Me Down» I got a lot of money now, bitch!

Nigga get yo mind right, still got work on deck

Put you down with my connect if yo stocks right

Get tangible with that tangerine, break it down so I can smoke it in the

limelight

And I got a new bitch, we looking up at the stars

No ceiling like I’m tryna shoplift

In a candy-coated Van Gogh painted Lexus, art school bitch love when I scoop

her in that shit

When I talk, know that that’s pimp shit mane

Blow sick smoke, smell like incense mane

Just bought a 5 and it grip my Hanes, and I put that on my momma like she Lisa

Ann

It was flown over seas just to get sent to me

Hands stuck to my bitch tanlines while we at the beach

And I jumped yo homeboy, well sorry, bitch, I was on a bean

I got my bud and my woodgrain steering wheel all from the Giving Tree

My nigga, fuck with me!

Well I got yo bitch rubbing all on her clit in that oh-10

I recline my seat and pull out my shit, shoot one on her hood like I’m Zimmerman

A handful of real niggas and I’m rolling with 'em bitch

Young nigga only growin' pains I got is in my dick

In the set with a redhead, battle to the death

Look like First Form Cell all the freckles on her chest

And I lay it all out

Show 'em straight money so they know it’s real

Robb Bank$ to the public, but to my Zo’s I’m Jean-Michel

I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

Bitch, I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

Basquiat, bitch, I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

These hoes on my dick, so I’m going hard in the paint

Me and Madonna got married and that heroin in my veins

And I whip my hair back and forth, go ask ya man if he straight

Just know I’m fresh off the Xan, tell that nigga give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

And I got bitches mixing my paint and getting high off of the fumes

I’m taking bitches out on dates and take them right back to my room

Room 69 at the Fountainebleau, right before I smang me and her make a toast

Fucking bitches on my pottery wheel same skin tone as a motherfucking ghost

And I mix lemonade with that dirty and I take one sip and I’m higher than a

bitch

Pull out my dick and these hoes run

And get paper towels for they head like Jadakiss

Suck my dick! I’m out here nigga yelling «Suck my dick!»

Lohan told them niggas «Suck my dick!»

Mill told them fuck niggas «Suck my dick»

And I bet your bitch gonna wanna take a pic when I throw on all of these

diamonds

You see the accents when I’m shining like Keith Haring a set full of riders

And I’m riding through my city painting on a pill painting all my sights in

acrylics

Got a AR that play dubstep if you try to come for my skrilla

And I ain’t tryna have no fuck niggas up in my region

My bitch and I made a smokescreen and I’m coughing and she wheezing

I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

Bitch, I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

Basquiat, bitch, I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

These hoes on my dick, so I’m going hard in the paint

Me and Madonna got married and that heroin in my veins

And I whip my hair back and forth, go ask ya man if he straight

Just know I’m fresh off the Xan, tell that nigga give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint

Give me something to paint, lil' bitch

Money

Hoes

Money

Hoes

And now I don’t count no money and I don’t fuck no hoes

'Cause now I got an accountant, I’m never in town so these bitches just gon'

send nudes to my phone

And I’m out in the Bahamas smoking wine milds in the grapevine

Paid off that villa, but I’m only there up in the daytime

And that’s love to all of my Spring bitches, kisses to my Margate hoes

Colgate for my incisors, platinum for my k9s

And you bi niggas dressing in furs, like what the fuck?

Gotta rose gold wedding band and she still wanna fuck

I could run a hot wheel down her curves

Still wanna fuck even though my bathroom is his and hers

My main bitch, she just got a new whip, got her a baby Glock that tote right

above her clit

Queen of my Sparta in them gladiator flats

Motherfucking real bitch, man, she keep it 300

But no sweet shit, don’t dap me, I ain’t Freddy

Straight like that, nigga, straight like that

WOBO hit it 'til I get to the plastic on the black boy

And all you niggas is tatted for no reason, take it if you want it as a diss

You doing cover-ups bitch and I’m doing the same thing with my dermatologist

And if your lips touch my dick make sure that they filled with collagen,

that’s barbie bitch

Hit my me if your ass want to menage again, and a bottle of that white Remy got

my words all slurred

And my hair getting longer, I’m Super Saiyan 3, nigga, that’s my word

My niggas, that’s my word, nigga, that’s my word

You niggas think you really fucking with me? Sure