Xavier Rose, Emi the Semi - Platinum Sound Lyrics

I do not like to be rational (Rational)
I think that this be the terminal (Terminal)
I do not like to get personal (Personal)
But I am starting to learn what my purpose is (Purpose)
I spend the money in surplus (Surplus)
I'm not a snake I'm serpent (Yes sir)
Whipping the pot I be stirring
Gold on my neck (Yeah)
It looking like urine (Yeah)
Ay bitches I'm flirting with (Yeah)
Semi the serpent (Yeah)
Raise the curtains
My dick she be slurping up
Semi don't give no fuck
She call but I gotta
Curve
Gotta curve
Don't know how I say
Like a bitch with an hour glass body and a
Bad face
Yeah I like the face
Yeah I like the fades
And the diamonds on my ears uh yeah
Thats that platinum sound boy
You know it how I'm coming round
For the mother fucking crown boy
Yeah yeah yeah
All black all black all black
All black like the black mamba
R.I.P Kobe Bryant
Already know I'm coming in for the throne
Like tyrant
Don't stop this shit
I’m wetter than a fire hydrant loose son
Coming in for the hooch son
Coming in for the loot son
Yeah I make you my son
Ain't no fucking D.N.A
But you know I got it
Feeling all type of ways
Like I'm balling
Like I'm 2K
Okay you want the mother fucking yard boy
I send it like the NFL yeah (Yeah)
Icy like NHL yeah (Yeah)

I do not like to be rational (Rational)
I think that this be the terminal (Terminal)
I do not like to get personal (Personal)
But I am starting to learn what my purpose is (Purpose)
I spend the money in surplus (Surplus)
I'm not a snake I'm serpent (Yes sir)
Whipping the pot I be stirring
Gold on my neck (Yeah)
It looking like urine (Yeah)
Ay bitches I'm flirting with (Yeah)
Semi the serpent (Yeah)
Raise the curtains
My dick she be slurping up
Semi don't give no fuck
She call but I gotta
Curve
Gotta curve
Don't know how I say
Like a bitch with an hour glass body and a
Bad face
Yeah I like the face
Yeah I like the fades
And the diamonds on my ears uh yeah
Thats that platinum sound boy
You know it how I'm coming round
For the mother fucking crown boy
Yeah yeah yeah
All black all black all black
All black like the black mamba
R.I.P Kobe Bryant
Already know I'm coming in for the throne
Like tyrant
Don't stop this shit
I’m wetter than a fire hydrant loose son
Coming in for the hooch son
Coming in for the loot son
Yeah I make you my son
Ain't no fucking D.N.A
But you know I got it
Feeling all type of ways
Like I'm balling
Like I'm 2K
Okay you want the mother fucking yard boy
I send it like the NFL yeah (Yeah)
Icy like NHL yeah (Yeah)