YOKO (remix) (feat. Remers)

Yo, hey
You know (from you to me, from me to you)
Yeah, girl, listen

It feels so good when I see you
Even though I know you’re lying (you know, babe)
Those smiles and that charm were all fake (everything)
Why say goodbye when we already thanked each other? (Tell me)
If you were my island, there’d be no democracy
I don’t think of you when I smoke, but I get lost in the smoke
Your body’s a Bentley and I wanted to ride in one (ah)
You’re a leap year, looking for a 31 (brr, you know who it is)
I tried to love you and we didn’t even make it to Neptune, and even though

We have fantasies, we look like the dream team
I want you more than anything, I can’t pretend
Like Drake with Kiki, like Drake with Kiki
Busy, but I’m always thinking of you
Hustling all the Washingtons and all the Franklins
Hustling to give you everything and make you my Kiki
Or if not your king, you my queen, baby
Let the shots be with you, baby, not for you

Thinking of all the things I’d do to you, babe, you drive me crazy
Feels like I’m about to hit the lottery
What would happen if I touch you?
What would happen if I eat you, like sushi Yoko?
Hot, you get hot, baby
Cake-shaped ass, piercing in the belly
Send me a pic to see it daily (yeah, you heard me, babe?)
You know what you’re doing, baby (hey)

You’re my Kiki, even if you deny me like Omar (deny me)
I want to give it to you from behind, but facing the sea
The feelings have me spinning in a spiral
Thought I was close, but I shattered the glass
Between you and me, what we had, how we came
Dead, but we lived
Like we did, from how we ate (like)
It never expired, no
And if I don’t say hi, it’s because we already said goodbye (no, no, no, no)
Baby, I don’t know what you want
Luxury, whims, Cartier, jacuzzi, hotel nights
Sex, money, and pleasure
Expensive plates, restaurants, and cocktails
No matter if I’m thirty, I’m still gonna be the kid, baby
If you wanna smoke, I brought a blunt
Don’t talk about loyalty with unfaithful thoughts
In a lab, but they have no soul
Relax, I’ll take you to Yoko, like Remers, baby

And let this be long-lasting, lasting
I’m always here for you, for you
Always romantic, quick
I arrive quick like a Ducati

And let it be long-lasting, lasting
I’m always here for you, for you
Always romantic, quick
I arrive quick like a Ducati

Kiki, tell me where you at
It gets riskier if I level up
I landed with you
I don’t want to die, I want you
I’m picky, you’re a limited edition
And you keep going up in price, but I don’t have you
And these diamonds shine all the time now
But they still don’t shine or have your breath
And at the end of the day, who do I tell all this to?

Thinking of all the things I’d do to you, babe, you drive me crazy
Feels like I’m about to hit the lottery
What would happen if I touch you?
What would happen if I eat you, like sushi Yoko?
Hot, you get hot, baby
Cake-shaped ass, piercing in the belly
Send me a pic to see it daily
You know what you’re doing, baby

We have fantasies, we look like the dream team
I want you more than anything, I can’t pretend
Like Drake with Kiki, like Drake with Kiki
Busy, but I’m always thinking of you
Hustling all the Washingtons and all the Franklins
Hustling to give you everything and make you my Kiki
I can be your king, you my queen, baby
Let the shots be with you, baby, not for you

And let this be long-lasting, lasting
I’m always here for you, for you
Always romantic, quick
I arrive quick like a Ducati
And let it be long-lasting, lasting
I’m always here for you, for you
Always romantic, quick
I arrive quick like a Ducati (dummy)

Hey
Tell me, Remers
Talk, Posi
Talk, Román
You know who it is, babe, the 66 (wuh, wuh) ey
(Make Money)
(The G4)
(The Ré, baby)
(The Ré, baby)
(White Lion)
(Babe, for you
For the one who comes and for the other
Or for the one Remers wants
Ah, hey