Perfume

Текст песни August - Perfume

The perfume you got on
It compliments you perfect
Only time she outside she be workin'
Aye bartender I need that old fashion
I'm drunk drivin'
I bet you got these niggas crashin'

Like a florist I'll seed you
I'm a florist we can do it on the carpet or the living room features
Eyes red from the edibles
And don't ask me it ain't medical
Girl you know you fine
Ain't nobody in here better no
Let me take my time have yo body feeling better yo
Ruinin' yo mind like the dyes in the cereal
Keep her business offline she mysterio

The perfume you got on
It compliments you perfect
Only time she outside she be workin'
Aye bartender I need that old fashion
I'm drunk drivin'
I bet you got these niggas crashin'

I been dodgin' broads I been swervin'
Ain't gone lie my last break up I was hurtin'
She been dodging calls she don't know me
Now she gunnin' fuckin' everyone that knows me
Tryna do me down bad yessir
Want a nigga carried out stretcher
See them ones meant to throw em' in the air
They some athletes them pole dancers
When I'm on, she rubbin' on my waves n a
She feel so good I spent days in her
Relieve all my pain she my painkiller
Last man cheated I'll never do the same with her

The perfume you got on
It compliments you perfect
Only time she outside she be workin'
Aye bartender I need that old fashion
I'm drunk drivin'
I bet you, aye

The perfume you got on it compliments
You the reason why I'm out here it's common sense
Ayo bartender I need that confidence
Pour me sumin' that's gone have me on some cocky shit