Top Songs By ILYMAZZI
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mateo Valdez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ILYMAZZI
Producer
Lyrics
(I- I- I- I love you mazzi!)
(Oh shit, alright here we go here we go, watch, watch this shit)
aye
Two tone Maybach and I swerve that
Got a bad bitch asking 'where the birk at?'
In the G5 lemme see you work that
Throw that ass back girl we flying first class
And the storage filled up with her purses
She get wet when she listen to my verses
I remember back then I was hurtin' now she like 'mazzi you a whole different person'
And I walked out, damn like I can't even think
Code in my system, Cartier on my wrist
Leave Neiman Marcus just to go to Saks Fifth
Laces in my pocket cause i'm trippin on my Ricks
You so indecisive girl you tweakin'
Land in LAX and i'm staying for the weekend
She asking for the treat know i'm giving her the trick
Hold up, pause, wait, switch
On my laptop, and i'm bout to make a hit
Loving how the Ricks be matching up my clothes
Met up with a baddie and she asking how I been
Now we in the backseat and she tryna give me- (woah!)
D- D- Damn! We flying out to Rio
One day in Geneva and the next we in Tokyo
Riding with the homies we a trio like the Migos
Wait a couple years it's gon be Mazzi and Theo
Feelin' like a bed but it's a airplane seat
Champagne cold and the codeine sweet
Bring a couple friends just to fill eight seats
Now she getting freaky in the first class suite
Started with a kiss now it's a thigh rub
Dim lights down shit look like a nightclub
She look in my eyes and I think I might crush
She whisper saying, "we could join the mile high club"
Two tone Maybach and I swerve that
Got a bad bitch asking 'where the birk at?'
In the G5 lemme see you work that
Throw that ass back girl we flying first class
And the storage filled up with her purses
She get wet when she listen to my verses
I remember back then I was hurtin' now she like 'mazzi you a whole different person'
And I walked out, damn like I can't even think
Code in my system, Cartier on my wrist
Leave Neiman Marcus just to go to Saks Fifth
Laces in my pocket cause i'm trippin on my Ricks
You so indecisive girl you tweakin'
Land in LAX and i'm staying for the weekend
She asking for the treat know i'm giving her the trick
But this ain't halloween, get the fuck up out my crib
Writer(s): Mateo Valdez
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