"Master Suite" as written by and Michael Ray Nguyen-stevenson....
Fire flow, let me fascinate
Put python seats, Jake the snake
I rock Bape, that bathin' grape
You fake the Bape, that's pump fake
I ball on turf, that's Chevy Chase
That's Caddyshack, don't be actin' shady
Lash out on the owner, nigga
Don't be harassin' my shorty, nigga
Borin' niggas, don't be borin', niggas
I'm the swag god in the holy temples
Spend sixty-five K on my dental
Got the ripped denim, black card in 'em
Three-car garage, black cars in 'em
Need more space to put the Rolls in it
Rollin' blunts for the fuck of it
I'm already high, I'm just talkin' shit
Shit on niggas like an eagle do
Give that bitch a break like an interlude
Bought a parachute, eatin' barracuda
I'm a barbarian, rude nigga
With a ghetto gang and some pretty bitches
Walk on Jimmy Kimmel with some real killers
Real niggas, Tommy Hilfiger
This tommy-gun, my real hitta

Young nigga chillin' in the master suite
Ask me where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
Mcdonalds, like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just watched my bitch masturbate
Shit's milk, and it's sweet, nigga

Niggas sweet, I'm the candyman
Here I go again, can't get rid of me
I'm on Sunset, now I'm overseas
Lost the Lambo key, I just ordered three
Mickey Ds, played the sixty-two
Red and yellow like Ronald do
I'm hard to break like a Rondo Two
Don't weigh a lot but I'll take your food
Face to face, she give me face
'Til her face's blue like hunnits, new
Spend ten K at Mr. Chows
My mama proud, these niggas bow
That's Tyga's style, you stole my style
You a hidden dragon, crouchin' tiger-style
Jungle shit, my niggas wild
You a bitch, thinkin' out loud
I'm gamblin', my diamonds loud
My Rollie face original
Look on your face like, nigga how
I came from nothin', had dreams of stuntin'
Never owned a Porsche, so yeah, I want it
Just to say I had it, now you can have it
Fuck y'all, I'm just livin' lavish
Rather die that nigga than to live average

Young nigga chillin' in the master suite
Ask me where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
Mcdonalds, like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just watched my bitch masturbate
Shit's milk, and it's sweet, nigga
Young nigga chillin' in the master suite
Ask me where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
Mcdonalds, like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just watched my bitch masturbate
Shit's milk, and it's sweet, nigga

Real niggas in my family tree
Rich niggas in my family tree, nigga
Bad bitches in my fantasies
That pussy good, and it's clean, nigga
Shit's milk, and it's sweet
Me and my bitch beauty and the beast
She a masterpiece
Young nigga chillin' in my master suite

(Young nigga)
(Young nigga)
(Young nigga)
(Young nigga)
(Chillin' in my master suite)


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Master Suite" as written by Michael Ray Nguyen-stevenson

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing

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