JFK (feat. Theophilus London)

First lady in the floor, I’m sexy in dior

As we go on and on and on, from the dust till the dawn

Fully vamping in the song, it’s a ball not a prom

Have a ball at the bar, at the promenade

Yo shorty with the gorge, the allure of a star

They applaud and in, the chips in her palm

What’s a pidgeon to a swan, a queen to a pawn

Luxury is on looking to explore the bambi on the lawn

Red carpet to the car and a garment from the guards

I drips in the garden, you a target for the star

Assassinate the look murderin' the gown

Fashion killer the body on the ground

Get the picture nobody fit the crown

She’s the winner the lobby with the smile

Jet black weave ‘bout the length of a mile

Jet black feet while I clever craft styles

Miss I’ll flip this and dip-dip twaow!

Miss, I been this, you must’ve missed out

Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out

His girl pressed, now behave, calm down

Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge

Baby you look late, come peep my now

Giving them good taste, the great’s don’t have

Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake

Shimmy it on stage, I’m giving them good face

Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed

It’s just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame

I am miss icon and I swore, I saw

A shade of green on ya and I took (I took)

Time to teach ya, taught an allure (allure)

A la-da-dy you wasn't before

Finer, free, high-modern and more (and more)

You favor me, now how I adore ya! (do you?)

Dine or tea? Italian for two? (for two?)

A day to be around here with you!

Grand champ, it’s the bougie - the handsome

Romance in advance, hit ya boo on her samsung

Beach bunnies, from aruba to cancun

Ya bitch save money just to move with the anthem

So prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggas

He where? He wear flair, beware my niggas

You scared, you see-through, you clear my nigga

You boys scooby and doo, I’m really groovy and frost

You niggas cooped in a hoop, I’m cooley high in the porsche

I put these niggas on mute, to whom it may not concern

I got the bitch with the juice, you got the bitch with the germ

2Pac in the coup, westside with the herb

I got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birds

White model the muse, arizona the first

I took a trip from the moon, to jfk for that work

I am miss icon

I’ve seen you all of green, high-modern miss

I taught - I’ll teach you how to allure!

Dine or tea, italian miss

I oughta meet ya darling

How finer free now how I adore - ya!

I am miss icon

I’ve seen you all of green, high-modern miss

I taught - I’ll teach you how to allure!

Dine or tea, italian miss

I oughta meet ya darling

How finer free now how I adore