Torch - Make The Music lyrics

rate me

Well, it was one of those days, not much to do

I was on South Beach with my specialist crew

In front of that cruise day, think it was a Thursday

Grown man denim, Giuseppe belt, Hermes

Killing these niggas, shorty like damn

Why don’t you chose your outfit like four grand

What are you, a dealer, rapper or an athlete

Your neck and wrist gotta be at least 20 keys

Had to find that funny so I said, sorry love

Double that and add 20

Enough about me, you live here or just visiting

She said she in town for the week, she from Michigan

Her name Elizabeth, friends call her Juice

She down here stripping ‘cause she really has the move

Her best friend boost hit nina’s for a couple commas

And I’m fresh, she could save me a couple dollars

That’s cool, I ain’t really tripping, though

Them road runners kicking in, shorty sipping slow

She on a four, four, yeah, I think I’m good to go

Close the deal cooler but what that mouth hitting for

Closed mouths don’t get fed so I’m here to rep

Ain’t nothing really wrong with a little neck

I’m ‘bout to take off, baby, was the sex soon

Then she heard that Panamera, birdie yelled “check!”

Make the music with your mouth, bitch

You ain’t never did this before

Make the music with your mouth, bitch

More spit, baby, use your hands, baby, more spit

Make the music with your mouth, bitch

Yeah, like that, oh, shit

Make the music with your mouth, bitch

And make the music, make the music, make the music

With your mouth

Make the music, make the music, make the music

With your mouth