Confess Songtext
von Fashawn
Confess Songtext
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang
Step into the party with Bacardi in my veins
I knock a dame, her body I gotta bang
Like it was a 9 millimeter that I aim
Not a train, I prolly forgot her name
Arrive with the gang, the posse that I claim
Play Monopoly games, profiting off pain
Hit a bop and then go hop in a Range
The best at it according to sex addicts
Made her wet then made a mess out of fresh fabrics
She ′bout to cum, I should just let her
Hun, it doesn't get better than this 6-letter
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Stop your blood clot lying, no, him no lying
When I gave it to her, she swore that she saw Zion
Hit it hard, yeah, I gave her all iron
Boom, more fire, I torch your whole attire
I scorch writers at liquor store cyphers
The poor righteous teacher with arthritis
Patois of a rap star, I mack hard
Bag bitches in the backyard and dash y′all
Treat me like a flask, had them swallowing Fashawn
Aw, why did I have to go and attack y'all?
Wa-da-da-dang, whole lot of dollars to gain
Whole lot of shottas with bottles and models we gotta bang
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Jah bless the child who can hold his own
No emotion from the homie cozy in the throne
Who got his own, poems I'm penning
Prone to pitching, product of the zone I entered
I′m over the limit, scolding my critics
Forget a title, you couldn′t hold my attention
Oh, did I mention, took control of the imprint
Strolling, limping with the soul of a pimp, it's
Archbishop meets Bart Simpson
Start skitzing, Shawn throw bars from long distance
Too many magazines to let off, my palms itching
Either I′m insane or y'all not in my lane
Why do I gotta be modest? I′m 'bout to body the game
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang
Step into the party with Bacardi in my veins
I knock a dame, her body I gotta bang
Like it was a 9 millimeter that I aim
Not a train, I prolly forgot her name
Arrive with the gang, the posse that I claim
Play Monopoly games, profiting off pain
Hit a bop and then go hop in a Range
The best at it according to sex addicts
Made her wet then made a mess out of fresh fabrics
She ′bout to cum, I should just let her
Hun, it doesn't get better than this 6-letter
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Stop your blood clot lying, no, him no lying
When I gave it to her, she swore that she saw Zion
Hit it hard, yeah, I gave her all iron
Boom, more fire, I torch your whole attire
I scorch writers at liquor store cyphers
The poor righteous teacher with arthritis
Patois of a rap star, I mack hard
Bag bitches in the backyard and dash y′all
Treat me like a flask, had them swallowing Fashawn
Aw, why did I have to go and attack y'all?
Wa-da-da-dang, whole lot of dollars to gain
Whole lot of shottas with bottles and models we gotta bang
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
Jah bless the child who can hold his own
No emotion from the homie cozy in the throne
Who got his own, poems I'm penning
Prone to pitching, product of the zone I entered
I′m over the limit, scolding my critics
Forget a title, you couldn′t hold my attention
Oh, did I mention, took control of the imprint
Strolling, limping with the soul of a pimp, it's
Archbishop meets Bart Simpson
Start skitzing, Shawn throw bars from long distance
Too many magazines to let off, my palms itching
Either I′m insane or y'all not in my lane
Why do I gotta be modest? I′m 'bout to body the game
She had to confess that I am the best
That I am, that I am, that I am the best
Confess, confess, she had to confess
That I am the best
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