Lyrics:
(Oooh baby)
(Oh sugar)
(I love you so)
(Never let me go)
(Ooooh)
(Yeah, ho)
(Baby)
Fresh off, fresh off the boat fresh in all white like a kilo
At your house
Don't you see
You invited me
Let's get back to the beat
Yeah, let's go
Cherry pie
Give it to me
Black coffee
Give it to me
David Lynch
Give
of a beretta
Takin me back to the days of
High school david Guetta
Man the problems that I had before
Were lighter than a feather
As you go along the journey
I did what I did I said it I said it
I put you on so gimme my credit
I’m cutting up just like an edit
Don’t need yo love I’m chasin this fetty
Tell me
Might make a track with David Guetta
Hitting it deep like a damn placenta
Lot of you rappers don't want no action
Lot of you rappers don't got no passion
shoe
But the price still new
And If you don't like me
Like my clothes Boohoo
I walk my walk
Any weather
Fade in and out
David guetta
When all my drinks
I ain't ever got my thumb checked
Me and my niggas stick together
That bitch and I, we ain't together
Keep the party jumping like I'm David Guetta
the people who go through it, got to spirit bomb the hate and Goku it
Take all the energy don’t roll through it, let your inner g make your soul do it
[Hook:
or suffer
Attention, when the vessel lets go its suspension
Headed for intervention, edit's an underestimation
Let this be a statement
We're readier than your
hard in the cold weather
I got love scars, from the Glock metal
They keep holdin' weight, we gon' bench press 'em
I don't do no dates
Let off them
the blocking of my number removed, and a RoboKiller screen installed
It immediately let me through, and I left eight voicemails
The next day, that one cancelled
Little men love to speak
I don't lose sleep in the whispers of sheep
When you hear the sound of the gun
Rata tat tat tat clack clack
That's my tongue
Spit
original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I'm from N.Y.C., so see why in me
There's a lot of hustlin', found around my cheek
Sippin' strawberry daq, that
Show me your titties
Don't be a dumb son
Grab your condoms and Bacardi
Here's car keys, let's party
You fake players walkin' streets in mean mug
I
Cause It is what it is
Gotta let that shit go
I got bitches in my DMs
They know about you
That don't stop em from fuckin wit me
And it's niggas when I
more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets
you owe me to somebody
Then they'll leave you beneath
People go crazy when they feel me
In the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down
Then
by heauxs that got the Glocks and Berettas
Ain't no love in the city, whether sunny or gritty
Make a left on anybody tryna hit me or get me, let's go
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
worry about your loving it won't go to waste, go to waste
Don't ever change your flavor 'cause I love the taste, love the taste
And if you ask me where
more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets
think I'm ready to be a gamer (let's go)
Keep fight
No matter what situation
Got me headache but I got water on my side (by my side)
No matter what game
And live the rest of my life forsaken?
Don't push me, 'cause I just might do it
I go dumb, but I've never been stupid
I've had nothin' in my life before
the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David
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