Work It Out
Cest la Vie
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Baby girl let’s work it out, Palettes Don’t worry bout no women if I had em Remember me and you went to Atlanta That thanksgiving day in Atlanta The way she talkin, bet she from Louisiana yea I’m head to toe and now I’m flexing for the camera Cruising in the coupe and Niggas pouring up the juice And I’m not going to the store and so I mix it with a Fanta yea Smoother than a finger roll, bussing like a calico College grad though but her booty be stupid Her booty hit me like Cupid I know her rod game is stupid I put her on my To Do list, my feeling just and illusion It’s a good feeling, when you get the rhythm Realist no gimic, peep it cuz women be watching Man I hate situations, when I’m losing my patients We watch the game and it’s changing, I just can’t fit in with basics J’adore you amore thanks for giving a call You good at making them plays, your hall of fame on the way It’s like them faded to grey and it’s just like on of them days You poking at me I’m heated and I just needed my space I took a random flight to spend the night and make it right All I get is nigga you could do better That empty feeling when we not together make it difficult It’s just the lack of effort or whatever She dicy like a one way trip to Vegas She make this special gravy like her granny it’s amazing Just wanna pull up like baby, like why don’t you fix me a plate Then We go straight back to the room, that’s just a dream I assume Know you want real things, so I give you the real me Scores and the penalties, the pros and the cons And it ain’t no waving a wand like all my problems be gone She could be fed to the top , I know she holding it down You reckless when you outta town, if it’s a game that mean you outdo bounds The loud hitting so pacquioa, look at her hips and I forget whatever mattered We hit the gas and then we taking off to Saturn Now her friends be acting childish asking why her booty fatter And then that could be the real but baby it don’t even matter I’m tryna show the genuine so you can see the person, never mean to hurt you Baby girl let’s work it out like Bally Don’t worry bout no women if I had em Remember me and you went to Atlanta That thanksgiving day in Atlanta The way she talkin, bet she from Louisiana yea I’m head to toe and now I’m flexing for the camera Cruising in the coupe and Niggas pouring up the juice And I’m not going to the store and so I mix it with a Fanta yea Fuss it out and work it out just like, Palettes Don’t worry bout no women if I had em Remember me and you went to Atlanta That thanksgiving day in Atlanta The way she talkin, bet she from Louisiana yea I’m head to toe and now I’m flexing for the camera Cruising in the coupe and Niggas pouring up the juice And I’m not going to the store and so I mix it with a Fanta yea
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