Lyrics Lil Skies – Mansion

Hey Cris, fuck you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Told that nigga shoot the one, I was not for fun
I was gonna cheat

Only bad hoes in my mansion, huh, my diamonds dancin’
Catch a body like Charles Manson, huh, watch them all panic
I just grind and do the damage, huh, my bitch Atlantic
Fuck her good, make me a sandwich, huh, now she romantic
Where you at when we was broke? You didn’t trap with us
Nigga asked why he got slapped, ’cause he was actin’ up
Ain’t want that bitch, boy, you can have her, she was trash as fuck
You want some smoke then wear a vest, my niggas ready to bust

i8, doors up, I pull up, makin’ a scene
All these bitches all on me, you know I’m dripped to the T
Pretty nigga, pretty bitch, we don’t speak brokanese
Good weed, bad women, live my life like a king
That’s right, give me head like lice
Skinny ting, nice ass, she gon’ ride it like a bike
I don’t ride no waves, pussy niggas like mice
Ball hard like Mike, top floor a perfect height

And that’s why only bad hoes in my mansion, huh, my diamonds dancin’
Catch a body like Charles Manson, huh, watch them all panic
I just grind and do the damage, huh, my bitch Atlantic
Fuck her good, make me a sandwich, huh, now she romantic
Where you at when we was broke? You didn’t trap with us
Nigga asked why he got slapped, ’cause he was actin’ up
Ain’t want that bitch, boy, you can have her, she was trash as fuck

Ayy, they tried to stop my shine but I stayed on my grind
I always thought ahead of them, that’s why they all behind
My soda full of medicine, it get me through the night
Bitch, I’m only on my prime, got thirty Hennys, number nines
Drop top coupe, no roof
Fall in love not what we do, we just smash and move
Shawty like me, I got juice, ballin’ like I hoop
I love my brother, that’s my troop
For them, I would shoot

That’s why now we got these bad hoes in that mansion, huh, my diamonds dancin’
Catch a body like Charles Manson, huh, watch them all panic
I just grind and do the damage, huh, my bitch Atlantic
Fuck her good, make me a sandwich, huh, now she romantic
Where you at when we was broke? You didn’t trap with us
Nigga asked why he got slapped, ’cause he was actin’ up
Ain’t want that bitch, boy, you can have her, she was trash as fuck
You want some smoke then wear a vest, my niggas ready to bust
Damn, my niggas ready to bust, damn