Lyrics:
I could be your everything if you wanted
So girl let me know if you want it
You can come live with me if you wanna
Pull up to the scene and we
Kill em with kindness
I'm right behind em
I'm creeping up mane
They wanna confine me
Young Quantis balling
Yo girlfriend calling
I turn off
Blackle, akoma tieɛ anisuo nti akuaba Kuma mansi krom meda mpam
Odoyɛwu ho adwendwen nti no se mogyai mea koo meka nsem
I dey squeeze myself to do
I'm in my bag
I got the populous mad
I'm in the game
You know I never do lag
It ain't no stopping 'til I get a Jag
It ain't no stopping 'til I get
Blunt to the face can't hit this
Bet I'm on your lil b*tch hit list
I'm a big shark with the big drip
Ain't no more wave you're a lil shrimp
One
This right here a killa killa killa killa
Yuh Yuh
I don’t wanna walk out the door
Cause every time I walk out the door
I be slipping in the rain
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
That’s right
It feels good don't it?
It feels good don’t it?
It feels good don’t it?
Brittany Neal
G.O.
And another one
Let’s go!
He acting funny, pop him now (Nah, which shi’)
I just made thou’ off the couch (ah, a thousand)
Hundred dollar bills sound profound (Woah, big racks)
When I'm on my own, Always feel like I'm in my zone
If I'm in a crowd, Imma feel like I'm still alone
I don't get no text, I don't get no calls
I
I woke up in the morning
Looking for you
Searching for you, but no where to find you
Went out on the streets
Looking for you
Me say searching for
some money
And just know I be on him
I be on him I be on him I be on him I be on him I be on him
Now he babydaddy oh first you didn't know yo baby
I'm happy on my own
I thought that I'd miss you
But that's the stuff I don't do
And that'll never change
You take away my boredom
But you take away
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you
Yet it be you that i’m missing
They can’t take ya position
Girl that love hit different
Girl that real love different
When i’m with you it’s just
You got friends I got mine
I don’t know why you tripping boy I ain’t lying
When I say we just cool yea
Boy you must be tripping you out your mind
You
Uh huh chea
Uh huh chea uh huh chea
Uh huh chea
Chea
I got Championship rings like I’m Tom Brady
Mad rocky and they bling like I’m Tom Brady
Still
Ye Ye Ye
Inner slaughter gang
From the white boy
This ain’t shots This ain’t shots this my light boy
I just use this beat to center all my sights boy
Fuck it you played on a nigga top
Takin’ chances wit plays I ain’t never stop (You got that)
I was scratchin’ my head tryina’ get a drop (Huh)
Niggas
I know that I’m not perfect
I know that I’m far from it
I know I got bad habits
I know that makes you nervous
No I don’t do that on purpose
Fighting
We are go for launch in...
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0!
Yeah
I get it without the hassle (No hassle)
I did it without
(Can't sleep at night, look left to my bible)
(Cause I'm, forever a disciple)
(Swats on the beat so you know this shit slaps)
Growin' up, livin'
Tryna do something smooth with a groove like its 2002
And I never gave a damn about a motherfuckin' rule
Put your hands up in the sky
If you know you
Yeah, 3 Fif, Nash
Yeah
Shorty hit my line
She was on my mind
I'm just tryna' ride
Tryna' catch a vibe
'Member I was broke
Couldn't spare a dime
Now
Playing hard to get and
Baby think I understand
What you're playing at
You're being you again
Follow you like a stream and
Moth to a flame
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