6 Summers - Anderson .Paak

Wait a minute!

Trump’s got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild

I hope she sip mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals

I hope her momma’s El Salv', I hope her poppa stick around, yeah

Take chains off, take rings off

Bracelets and things, big aches and pains

My jack rang off with clickbait

Truth is too raw, it’s a fish plate

Fela, the kunte

A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?

How long it took a nigga just to get paid?

And now I think I’m 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto

I’m in LA with the shaker and bongo

I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-

Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'

Figure it out, nigga

Bitch, don’t spill my sake

You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment

You gon' have to kick it in the lobby

Damn, but don’t somebody stop me, I’m too sloppy