Lyrics:
nerves
Stalking me like they're so curious
Fuck your hate bitch I show love, Then I pour it in my cup
Body chilling in the club, double belt im fitted up
to everything that implies
Everything you think is new girl I been tried
I'm finna teach you bout these things when i'm inside
Let me warn you you might fall in
You see me bouncing round the club. Bitch I'm feeling good!
I got connections. Know the plug.
Bitch I'm from the hood.
And I'm a keep it one hundred.
See the things i do
I did just by my way
Never wanna be in love
That's what i say
U just wanna play those games
Youll trap my love
Now that i know
but you love me girl that’s just acting
Only notice cause I’m spending thousands on my fashion
In the club you already know i brought his gun in
Cus
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, fitted hat brim to the back let these hoes walk down see my face
I'm Ja Morant brought the stick in the club just
curfew
What happen to what all we vowed to
I see you Influence by them hoes around you
Enjoying clubs in & out niggas sections
I know you feel alone so you
to make em' chill
Damn, at the club smokin' pot, chillin' in the parking lot
Drinkin' forties talkin' shit and what not
There was a guy and a girl K-S-L
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
A purple sky by dawn's first light
Along the Blue Ridge Range
The clouds fell down on a stone cold town
Asheville in the rain
Too early for
begun
Trying to find the means to an end
Lying on a beach in the sun
Lying just to cover my ass
Lying in the sun on the beach
Burning like the girls in
I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me,
She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free,
She told me she would call me
easy outgunning his peers
He feels resentment as the group walks by
They laugh at him but who knows why?
Eats his lunch alone in the park
and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne
It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me
this how you do it, right
You gotta see all the girls in front of you (okay)
And you gotta pick which one you want (alright, alright, bet)
Alright,
Meanwhile
He took his girl out on a cheap date
Wearing the same clothes
For a week straight
When his best mans
Blowing bands in the club
And he jus wanna
to the side
It took patience It took grind
Only the real in my eyes
Only the family by myside
F Three M they here to ride
Only the realest
What I deal wit it
If
it try your luck
Gimme gimme goodies
Just don't do it in the club
All the people looking at us, so what
You know damn well that I don't
problems
Lord help me solve them
Disintegrate and dissolve 'em
Layin' in bed with a girl I'm
Pretty sure is my next
Contemplating the sex while I
Think about
throttle to hunt it on a dashboard
I keep tryna tell myself that I'll be better by tomorrow
But I'm stuck in my sorrow, this ain't what I asked for
Pop
I'm just a country boy and yes I do enjoy
Showing them city folk my hell raising ways
Valet my muddy truck in a highfalutin' club
I holler "howdy"
don't
I thought you might want to know
My girl saw you by the club door
Followed you out on the dance floor
Don't know what you goin' there for
in the club
Look at the back, the front
The back, the front
Look at the side to side
The side to side
Look at the back, the front
The back,
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