Drake, Future, Young Thug - Way 2 sexy

I'm too s*xy for my shirt
Too s*xy for my shirt
So s*xy, it hurts
I'm too s*xy for Milan
Too s*xy for Milan
New York or Japan

Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah

Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (Okay)
I'm feelin' too s*xy to accept requests (Way too s*xy)
And I'm way too s*xy to go unprotected (Way too s*xy)
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
Think we got too s*xy for that metro housin' (Way too s*xy)
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little th*tty, ain't no wife about it
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to Metro housin'

Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I pop out, get ghost on a b*tch, she don't know where I went (Where I go?)
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Pray for all my dogs, all my n****s behind the fence (Prayer)
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
Young n****s always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
Young n***a havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get—
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That's that action, her best work on her knees
Too s*xy for this cash
Too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for these pills, I'm too s*xy for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin' on me
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a b*tch look s*xy
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin' on me

Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah

Too s*xy to count (Ah), fetty (Oh)
My neck baguetty (Hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh)
This paper, I shred it (Yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you (B*tch), beggin' (Ho)
Godd*mn, you petty (Ha)
I ain't done spending (Yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend)
Bags in and out (Let's get bags)
My man ain't gon' steal it (On God)
Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags)
Make these young h*es wish they was rich (Woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
I'm too s*xy (Yeah)
My neck (Yeah), baguetties
Molest me (Woah), caress me (Woah)
I'll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski)
I been kickin' sh*t (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo)