sincerest don & big mars - rendezvous lyrics
[verse 1+ big mars]
got a fetish for fine fabrics
high fashion, like i’m rolling up on the cashmere
cash near a lying ass woman fixing her lashes
finna give her all throat babies, swallowing b+st+rds
blood all on the green like i’m picking cactus
more love from the team once you in a casket
backstabbing, deceit when you movin fastest
cold summers had the whole globe feeling like aspen
asking too many questions, who you testing
get sat right on that benchmark for thinking you the best in
the game get messier than her bestfriend
n+ggas be women now, arguing then the texts in
scared to fight, you n+ggas lite
taught trap how to box before i showed him how to write
daughter into barbies but we sparing every night
bm be on bs but i got her ass for life
stress come from everything
if my day was too long, put your tongue on every inch
if the house too big, put a gun on every wing
free mac, call em mr. shake back after the bid
we don’t f+ck wit rats, free cheese out the feds
we was smoking out the ford, tree linger to the benz
9 to 5 in the impala then hit the m
then make our back to the burg and do it again
i showed n+ggas how to eat and they spoiled it
gave em free game but they sold it
running off with money that was small enough for folding
stupid, why you burn a bridge that was toll less
i got sh+t on my bucket list like i missed the toilet
i been all around the world before i got a tour in
they celebrating accomplishments that i did before em
we ain’t unemployed, we entrepreneur+ing
{verse 2+sincerest don]
and you n+ggas still in foot pursuit
2 broads deep, both bad as crimes on the evening news
kyler murray goin deep
she holler i’m the truth
i keep em in my cart like 2012 she my karmaloop
stealin my flowers now
gotta be 6 feet until they honor you
rendezvous, sneaky links got em sickening
how n+ggas tucking ya misses
being suspicious, cuz my future been attracting lori harvey’s & larsa pippens
all this game here for sale, fella just listen
gotta chloe swiping cards for my christians
stuffin stockings just like christmas
granting all they wishes, sin saint nick
more p’s than mississippi
calling plays like i’m lane kif
every time you see me, new iece, & never the same kicks
i’m up kith, helmut hoodie
still on the same sh+t cause this my language
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