Letra Obsessed - D-Block Europe

Obsessed

Eight
Beat Freakz
Eight in the, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin' crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin' chess on my Louis V
Baby, we might fuck, but I don’t need ya
I be thinkin' 'bout the pussy just before I crash the Porsche
I’ma eat that pussy, baby, you ain’t gotta talk
If you want the bag, baby, suck my dick before
I spent too much bands in Dior-or-or
But the AP plain cost me 30k
Girl, I hate it when our love’s feelin' strange
Paid cash for the car, this the Range
If I ever said I love, you then I think I’ve gone insane
Yeah, nigga run off with some grub, I made him run it back
Long story short, made the boy do the Running Man
Ha, make sure you pay it back
Three litres of blood, swapped it for couple grams
Told her that I don’t even get high (Hahaha)
Shoulda saw her face when I crushed a Xan'
C-C, hit your top and fly
Every bitch wanna fuck a man
Eight in the, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin' crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin' chess on my Louis V
Baby, we might fuck, but I don’t need ya
I didn’t trap, but look how far I’ve gone from it
Both wrists rose from it, 'cause I spent wads on it
You see this money? I’m sure you don’t get lost in it
Or now she’s tryna regain her consciousness
She gimme compliments, but I’m confident
I don’t cooperate, I face the consequence
See a opp and dip him like he dyin' documents
In every single field, he dominant
Them man I saw broke, I don’t think we breathe the same oxygen
Street nigga, but I fly across the continent
Dressed in Dolce and orderin' a bit of lobster and
Gettin' my chin stroked by a hottie
Reminiscin' 'bout the times that I gotta
I’m self-obsessed and I ain’t sorry
Four pockets full, lookin' like a nigga won the lottery
Eight in the, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin' crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin' chess on my Louis V
Baby, we might fuck, but I don’t need ya
Sorcerer; the food that I had weren’t gourmet
Sold out tours, need more dates (Mhm)
Mad 'cause your girl keeps eyein' man
Before I hammer it, I start with the foreplay
You’re in strangers pictures, commentin'
If you knew what I gross, you’d be vomitin' (Bleugh)
My bro from 'Brum had it local (Local)
'Cause these youts talk bad, but it’s not in 'em, haha (It's not)
Wrist on igloo (Ice), this one here is discontinued
Tables, designer labels, horsepower got the car unstable (Skrrt)
It depends on the mood I’m in
Tell the young Gs go move to him (Get him)
New babes in my front room hooverin' (What?)
When they talk about chrome, they just Googlin'
Life’s changed, niggas know what we used to do
Now I’m in a showroom, lookin' for a Ghost like Scooby Doo
Blud, don’t gas nothin', you ain’t gonna crash nothin'
See you with the Pokemon, we ain’t gonna ash nothin' (Nah)
He took a L, b', when he came to the block (Why?)
'Cause he never adds nothin' (Ah)
I am from the, from the hard knocks (Facts)
Drag you out your whip, call him Carlos (Facts)
It’ll get reckless, real-life top boys
Look alive if we pull up on your block, boy
Big bro had the bootcuts with a huge dotty (Bah)
Horseshoe on his jeans, that’s a true story (You know)
Fuck these niggas, I don’t rate one of them (Nah)
P. s., suck your mum again
Eight in the, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin' crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin' chess on my Louis V
Baby, we might fuck, but I don’t need ya