Lyrics:
Goin' back where a woman knows to treat a man
And people are friendly without no hidden plan
It's the best in the Midwest
It's a real town, city full
southern sky
Sitting back behind that moon
It goes perfect with your eyes
Girl, tonight looks good on you
It's something about the way you're smiling
Hello, Charlie (ooh)
Ariana, Normani (ooh)
Uh
Let's go
Baby, I've been feedin' the addiction
Flyin' from there and back, felt like an acrobat
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't
and go, wonder where they went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
I got my rap and I got my gat, yeah they got my back, but I won't
with him, and him, and him
How you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night
And now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about
Uh, yeah
We gon' let this shit rock
Hey
That's the Cole, "Hey" from back in the day
Hey, yeah
Just a youngin' with a dream
Tryna get this
to the map, Atlanta, Hancock to the left
Turn to the back, nigga try, see, we weren't having that
Send shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga of where
tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting
was you
And I loved you the most
But I was just keeping
My enemies close
I made a decision,
I would never look back
So how did you end up
With
you can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music (Maybach Music)
Flows mind-blowing, these
Hundred round, nigga, hangin' out a Chevrolet (huh)
Just a young nigga tryna see my fuckin' pay (ahh)
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin' back
Got me
feeling free, I'm finna bring it now
If you know the words take a step back and sing it now
Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
Tombstone reads "Don't cry, stay tuned"
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
to appear
While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
I'm waving through a window, oh
Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me? (Back at me)
We
come back home and stay?
(I can't go another day without you)
Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?
(Girl you gotta know I love you)
My heart's
driving?
Young nigga, you don't know nothing 'bout no bitches, listen
Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I'm thinking back to a time
When I was
the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
Point blank period, like a City Girl
And then I bring it back to 50 world
Ay, whoa
You
I shouldn't ever call back
Or let you come back
But it's you
Every time you touch me
And say you love me
I get a little bit breathless
I
militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa
Curl up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Curl up, baby
Sleep with all out
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed
the punches to get what's real
Oh, can't you see me standin' here?
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Can't you
woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y'all niggas swingin' through F&Ns
They gon' come right back to you like
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