Suits and Ski Masks - 10 Ft. Ganja Plant

I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit tie

I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit

Can I show you a few things, a few things, a few things, little baby?

'Cause…

I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit

I be on my suit and tie, shit tie, shit

Lemme show you a few things

Lemme show you a few things

I can’t wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking

Going hot, so hot, just like an oven

And I’ll burn myself, but just had to touch it

It’s so fire, it’s all mine

Hey baby, we don’t mind all the watching, whooo

Cause if they study close, real close

They might learn something

He ain’t nothing but a little doozie when he does it

He’s so fire tonight

And as long as I got my suit and tie

I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight

And you got fixed up to the nines

Lemme show you a few things

All pressed up in black and white

And I’m dressed in that dress you like

Love is swinging in the air tonight

Lemme show you a few things

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Now we’re in the swing of love

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Hey

Style, let me get a good look at it

Oh, so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty

Aww, shit’s so sick, got a hit and picked up a habit

That’s alright, cause you’re all mine

Haaa, go on and show 'em who you call «Daddy»

I guess they’re just mad cause boy, they wish they had it

My killer, my thriller, yeah, you’re a classic

You’re all mine tonight

And as long as I got my suit and tie

I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight

And you got fixed up to the nines

Lemme show you a few things

All pressed up in black and white

And I’m dressed in that dress you like

Love is swinging in the air tonight

Lemme show you a few things

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Now we’re in the swing of love

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Hey

(Tablo)

BLOSHITUP!

Get out your tuxes

We’re what the fuss is all about

Got haters on our speed dial

We call em out

Just word of mouth

And still beat your PR

Till they need CPR

We are TABLO & L-Y-D-I-A

We Juggernaut through the bullshit in our way

Worldwide when we killin it

Yeah we’re behind the hits like the CIA

미안해 (mianhae).

That’s mother tongue for «sorry, we dope as hell»

Started from the bottom, broke as hell

Then we broke the sales records, movin 'hi' up up in the penthouse, suit and tie

Everyday we on our pesos

Stabbin' tracks wit a trident.

Barbados

Doubt that, and I doubt you

All fake foes

If you’re real, then you’re real like a mermaid’s toes

Frankly, in my ocean all you octopussies better swim good

Stop, don’t push me

I’ll sink your boat, bottoms up with a flick

You a mouse in my hand, can’t fuck with my clique

(Can't fuck with my clique)

(Can't fuck with my clique)

You a mouse in my hand, can’t fuck with my clique

Boy don’t even try!

(Lydia Paek)

And as long as I got my suit and tie

I’ma leave it all on the floor tonight

And you got fixed up to the nines

Lemme show you a few things

All pressed up in black and white

And I’m dressed in that dress you like

Love is swinging in the air tonight

Lemme show you a few things

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Now we’re in the swing of love

Lemme show you a few things

Show you a few things about love

Hey