Lyrics:
I'm not with you I don't need your attitude
Baby I don't need you but I want you so I got you
Got you by my side but things ain't going right
Happy
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
proud baby elevated her biz
know I'm watching from the distance these days
but in my heart know you exist
Or what about the lonely brother or who just
See, I'm making moves (Woo)
I got this shit to lose (Lose)
Up in my game, I cannot fuck with goons
You're gonna know our names soon (Soon)
Grinding
we going till end
I'm out here with my boys and you out here with your friends
I know you mad at me right right right now
By the end of the night you
bish
Call it whatever whenever the team start collecting the bag, cash out lil bish
I'll call it whatever whenever I find a fuck given you mad, I'm petty
and forget to vote
She like, "Baby, they ain't fuckin' with you, I swear you the G.O.A.T."
I just spent a nigga down payment on a winter coat
Check my
Timberland
I was tryna play Legos with ya and turned our lives to a game of Mash
But you started playing Jenga when I burst you bubble and you got mad
You
that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
Uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin' with my
lost
You're just a bunch of mecoto moraato moseto comratos mushotos
Im not smoking that shit that you're rolling you look like you
Probably play with
Yeah
My sex is poetic
I'm about to get you mad pregnant
Yeah
The first RnB porn
My mic be the knife
I'mma take a stab at it OK
Allow me
Niggas mad cause I'm never losin
I gave you my heart girl and you abused it
You handed it back to me bloody and bruised bitch
Like where was you when
around if she ain't showin' up without a friend
Pussy on the plate then you know I go devour it
I don't fuck with fakes, no way I'm with a counterfeit
I
try it
Knew that you would say that but I'm far from psychic
She got ass for two, She let me touch it in the Midas way
I paid the price to make it, baby
damn, hot damn
Hot damn, baby I like the way you look
Hot damn, hot damn Hot damn, baby
I bet you that pussy get wetter
In my mouth, in my mouth I'm
born by the paper, you were born for the paper
Today you got paper, tomorrow no paper
You were born with no paper, you will die with no paper
Do you find
listen in I've got an AP, come through, visitin
I'm with you, but your friends, there signallin' I see a shinin' B, just glittering
You look like a snack
Baby I - Baby I - Baby I know
Get me high, get me by, tell me where to go
Tell me everything that you want from me and mo
You ain't gotta tell me why
Cassanova
Nova, Nova
Star of the Show Yo Yo Yo Yo...
Oboy I wan burst Baby Head with this song so
You Noh know
Mad Oh Mad, Mad Oh Mad, Mad Oh Mad, Mad Oh Mad
this ain't the truth literally how
Cause bible readers no I'm dropping nuggets that be biblically sound
So ima exit with a grin and a smile I'm out
Mark
things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.
Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you
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