K-POP Lyrics Song

JAY ZPicasso Baby

I just want a Picasso
in my casa No my castle
I’m a hassa no I’m an asshole
I’m never satisfied
can’t knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko no I wanna brothel
No I want a wife that fuck me
like a prostitute
Let’s make love on a million
in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling
all for the love of drug dealing
Marble Floors gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling fuck it
I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons
I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos
I wanna row of
Christie’s with my missy
live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons
smell the aroma
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby
It ain’t hard to tell
I’m the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside
the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me thrown at the Met
Vogue’ing on these niggas
Champagne on my breath
Yes House like the Louvre
or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape
at the auction
Oh what a feeling
Aw fuck it I want a trillion
Sleeping every night
next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat
in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that shit Blue
You own it
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby
I never stuck my cock
in the fox’s box but
Damned if I didn’t open
Pandora’s box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Miranda don’t
stand a chance with cops
Even my old fans
like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can’t
I’m hot and you blow
I’m still the man to watch Hu blot
On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops
niggas is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the bible
On the stand got your man
in a jam again
Got my hands in cuffs
I’m like god damn enough
I put down the cans
and they ran amok
My hairpin
Piece skin rupture spleens
Cracks rips go through
cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king huh
Niggas even talk about
your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don’t forget America
this how you made me
Come through with
‘Ye mask on Spray
everything like SAMO
Though I won’t scratch the Lambo
What’s it gonna to take
For me to go
For y’all to see
I’m the modern day Pablo
Picasso baby
I just want a Picasso
in my casa No my castle
I’m a hassa no I’m an asshole
I’m never satisfied
can’t knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko no I wanna brothel
No I want a wife that fuck me
like a prostitute
Let’s make love on a million
in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling
all for the love of drug dealing
Marble Floors gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling fuck it
I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons
I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos
I wanna row of
Christie’s with my missy
live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons
smell the aroma
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby
It ain’t hard to tell
I’m the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside
the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me thrown at the Met
Vogue’ing on these niggas
Champagne on my breath
Yes House like the Louvre
or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape
at the auction
Oh what a feeling
Aw fuck it I want a trillion
Sleeping every night
next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat
in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that shit Blue
You own it
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso baby
Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby Ca ca
Picasso Baby
I never stuck my cock
in the fox’s box but
Damned if I didn’t open
Pandora’s box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Miranda don’t
stand a chance with cops
Even my old fans
like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can’t
I’m hot and you blow
I’m still the man to watch Hu blot
On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops
niggas is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the bible
On the stand got your man
in a jam again
Got my hands in cuffs
I’m like god damn enough
I put down the cans
and they ran amok
My hairpin
Piece skin rupture spleens
Cracks rips go through
cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king huh
Niggas even talk about
your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don’t forget America
this how you made me
Come through with
‘Ye mask on Spray
everything like SAMO
Though I won’t scratch the Lambo
What’s it gonna to take
For me to go
For y’all to see
I’m the modern day Pablo
Picasso baby

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