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Daniel Di Angelo - Comfort Mode

#comfortmode →   / kissherdesire   →   / danieldiangelo   → https://open.spotify.com/artist/4vo5I... →   / daniel-di-angelo   Lyrics: Shawty, get your bag out the way Aye, I'm doing telekinesis I got her chopped up in pieces, like salad, eat it all day, yeah Right, right, mi amor, what's the deal Baby, go fix you a plate All of my girls are just coming back to the station Shawty workin' so long that she need a vacation How 'bout Las Vegas? This hotel is vacant Yeah, vacuous behavior, I got two girls in a C major chord Yeah, fuck that, I'll see later, bend her back out, it was decent before Righteous, two models, and they're holding onto my chest and Oh yeah, I like this Yeah, everything on my list On top of toxic, she's toppin' off for her bliss Pretty patterns on her sundress Though it's on the floor, we're a mess AMG, but I ride in comfort mode, yeah I'm healing bitches like a doctor, hoe I graduated out of Harvard I get sweet bread, and you get sour-dough Uh, I'm in the crossroads Five hundred bitches in all colors Bottom my girls and they all toppers, yeah Toppers Comfort mode, yeah I'm healing bitches like a doctor, hoe I graduated out of Harvard I get sweet bread, and you get sour-dough Uh, I'm in the crossroads Five hundred bitches in all colors Bottom my girls and they all toppers, yeah Toppers I like shawty's whole accent Shawty, what's crackin'? Not many active, too many acting I'm really packin', baby, the fact is You should come and see it for yourself and inspect it Ahh, the rules are for your own good I let shawty wild out, cause she's so good Bite the peach, so sweet, that's soul-food In Dior, yeah, I'm an energy pack, and shawty keep takin' my battery Yeah, no uncertainty in her opposition I put all of my girls in her competition Yeah, so she stop running her mouth Oh, but I let that peace work out But I let that peace work out, oh Bet I leave a trail Shawty workin' at retail I broke the dispensary scale, stackin' up all my ganja like bales No more pretty little lies, don't tell No more actin', no Lucy Hale With a face like that, you'll get jailed With a mouth like that, you'll prevail