How I Met Your Mother
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Tell her how we met I met you through the homie Now you act like you don't know me How I pull up with the brakes When these people acting phony Puff hit to the face Cause a nigga feel so lonely And I'm tripping everyday Girl, you was just up on me Take off my coat While she clearing her throat Spliff that I poke While we taking this stroll I be certified chilling with a pocket full of gold And she loving up, up on me Got my name up on her toes Chatted how she tatted While I f*ck her on the mattress And it's all up on my mind Got I wish a nigga had it (I be) You be feeling all my music, Oh you fucking with the vibe Now let's chill until it's nine While I feel up on them thighs West side baby Oh she fucking with the east coast Up in the night Face Timing what do we know I be bout business On a mission With a vision With precision Got no love for these dirty boppin bitches I be cashing out With my khakis out And if you send them rounds Nigga we gon dish em out With jit voice, and the jit voice make the clit moist If it ain't money you a dummy talking oi Tell her how we met Met you through the homie Now you act like you don't know me How I pull up with the brakes When these people acting phony Puff it to the face, cause a nigga feel so lonely And I'm tripping everyday cause you was just up on me Smoking on my indica Big butt in my reticle Shoot my shot I hit that girl She gone Whipping in my beamer You know I got my heater Give her dick i feed her She moan Ok I'm on a mission I get that bread, some head Do that till my life is finished I'm built different Imma whole new menace I made a mill while you made a sentence You steady chatting While my money stacking Smokin zaza Now my brain lagging You not invited So don't ask what happened I cant fake it I'm like charlie chaplin Grr da pow Now my .30 crackin I hit the bitch with the spliff Now the blunt unraveling I hit that bitch from the back Now that booty clappin Oh you talking all that action Nigga why you capping I like my guap I need it fast I want a private island Smoking dubees sipping 40s While a nigga wild'n Met you through the homie And she met me through the hood Tell me baby Tell me now Tell me what is good
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Written by: Reggie Sinatra, Youth Freedom
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