Peachcurls - Please Lyrics

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don't like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

I cannot be seen. I'm invisible
Why you handcuffing? She can make her own decisions
If she say that she a Christian
Top me up to a religious movie
Front ways back ways bring me back all my residuals
Peachcurls and Zoë got the party going digital
She seen me hit my Porky asked what I was finna get into
I came in the game
I can sang
I make bangers
I ain't never been no lame
Yo baby mama go insane
I might candy paint the frame
And pop trunk on the stock exchange
It's young Peach you know my name
Pull out my meat she nearly fainted
My bitch hit my FaceTime
She want the truth but she can't take it
We fight like it's Baby Boy
Now where them tacos you was making

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don't like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

Don't go sleeping on heem
Do it by myself I got the glow I got the gleam
Damn the beat hard it was made by Anna Greene
F*cked her and I made her slab she talmbout "When you get so mean!?"
Yes sir, if you forgot how I was coming here go a refresher
Full-time real nigga, part-time bad texter
Couple white girls bodies just like Fran Drescher
You got beef with us cuz yo bitch wanna sleep with us
I'm so heavy screens fall to Belly
She think I don't wash up because this pack I got is smelly
Blunt loud like it's got something it's tryna tell me

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don't like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don't like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please