Polaroid Pill - Thouxanbanfauni

Only take pictures to remember shit

Heavy duty pills, boy I don’t remember shit

Give a fuck if it’s cliché, I love Actavis

I told that bitch I’m Mayweather with this rappin' shit

Only take pictures to remember shit

Heavy duty pills, boy I don’t remember shit

Give a fuck if it’s cliché, I love Actavis

I told that bitch I’m Mayweather with this rappin' shit

And shout out all the good girls who know I ain’t shit

But still be on my dick, with piercings on their clit

Rose gold rope chain look like some licorice

But you can’t lick on this, hell nah girl you can’t lick on this

I got a chill cuban mami, and she is straight from Vogue

I pop the veins on her neck and she pop me like she rode

And she gon' do them pretty toes while I sit back and toast

Finesse a pearl blunt on the California coast

These niggas test my sins, but they old testaments

Came back from Texas smelling like some Fendi breath mints

Called up some sexy hoes, drugs and refreshments

And nah, I ain’t drinking shit but meet me at the Westin

I’ma pull up right after this studio session

I’m late as fuck, she asking 21 questions

Now we havin' sex, it started out from wrestling

She give me brain I blow her brain, no Smith &Wesson

Beamer to an Audi, a Lexus off a pill again

Our dope must be gone as fuck because the ceiling missin'

Play Baywatch with these hoes

And these niggas just my children

Grandaddy frustrated with me, he think I don’t listen

But it’s my life and I took that risk cause it’s my decision

Ayy, look fuck my fucking feelings aim it at you with precision

I say I’m chillin' with these hoes but I ain’t really chillin'

And my e-mail inbox is worth at least like 10 million

Ayy, snap that polaroid cause I wanna remember this

Ayy, flip that phone, flip that flick I wanna remember this

Ayy, Miami, record this shit bro I wanna remember this

And rich boy flare got me lookin' vintage I wanna remember this

Sextapes on my phone, shawty you remember this?

Ayy, you remember this? Ayy do you remember that?

You remember this? Ayy do you remember that?

Ayy, you remember this? Do you remember that?

Ayy do you remember that? Do you remember that?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, you remember that?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy do you remember?

Ayy I know she a freak cause she a free spirit

She dream to go long as her fucking friends don’t hear it

And there’s some niggas who are fed

They want me fucking dead

Finesse me out my bread, boy that shit’s so dead

I ain’t replyin' to your text but you just know it’s read

And I know a couple blue niggas who might leave you red

Uh, yeah, remember that, remember that, remember that

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m off an Addy ayy, ayy, two shots I down it

Ayy, ayy, ayy, three shots I down it

Boy I’m my fucking plug, and I’ll go kill the plug

Off a fucking drug

I’m off these fucking drugs, but I feel good as fuck

Got True Religion love, you cannot fuck with us

You just can’t fuck with us