Wug - Objects In The Mirror Lyrics

Lil wholdy bout his paper he don't play no games
That pussy drip to her toes & it taste like cream brûlée
Cross my T's dot my I's then I make a play
Pray he make it home safe
Still trapping everyday
They hate you when you do your thang
Look what this money bring
Rappers turn to singers when that gavel bang
If the ticket right you know I'm copping
Roll the woods late night rides we hot boxing
To the moon & back you knowing I'm rocking with you boo
Ya love is so passionate never judge me on the way I move
Such a divine spirit ya energy keep me hella lifted
Play her role well & it comes with commission
See it's ya divine energy
The way you wear them jeans
We smoke top shelf & we role it by the P
All night huh
Damn right huh