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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