Las Jordan

Real until death, did you hear, baby?
Brr
Geniuz
Ah

You look badass in the Chanel van
But you look even more badass in the Concords
Gary Payton is kicking like Benzema
If you were an athlete, I'd be your sponsor

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block

You always text and call me to see you
Pablo Escobar, I wanted to write your name in the notebook
And your mom is proud that I'm her son-in-law
Mommy, you're perfect, I'm not tempted to cheat on you
But thinking about that ass, I never sleep
And if you're a devil, I'm hell, brr

I climbed you against the wall and wrapped your legs around my waist
I licked you all over, bit you when I put it in, when I got naughty
We light a blunt, mine in a really fancy restaurant
We change quickly because you came and wet the futon

I took off your jeans, take off my Jordans
Friend, we like it when I have you on all fours
Mommy, hide your prudence, I hide the Glock
Fucking, we leave the Travis low on, brr

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block
Real Until Death

I take you out to hang out
With the gun inside, that's how I enter the club
We go in holding hands with a hundred criminals, all in Retro Jordans
I take you on a private trip, and in the sky I put it in you
You don't want to fall in love and I promise you nothing
I met you, I took you to the beach, just to get you all wet in a towel, eh

You have a couple of hidden enemies because you're hot, that's not your fault
I haven't given you a day yet, I want to see you again before you leave
Don't betray me, never cross that line
Face on the pillow, on all fours from the entrance
Your buttocks on my thighs collided every time I entered you
Every time I gave it to you, every time I pulled it out
And I ran my tongue over it, that pussy was dripping for you

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block

When you put on the Jordans
A devil transforms you
In the world there's no other man who can touch you
I swear you're the sensation of the block
Brr
Real until death, did you hear, baby?