Lyrics:
it when I'm makin' love to you
The way you make it feel like the first time
I know that you know it, but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love
fine
I promise I ain't lying
Bae I promise I ain't lying
Switch it up
Wrr
Wrr
Wrr
Wrr
Wrr
Ain't tryna waste yo time
Baby let me ease yo mind
Whomp whomp
‘I Can Only’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Jeron ‘Ness Lee’ Thomas
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
Florida sun, Im cruising with my heart
A thousand views
Who really listen in
I'll be the 1 they call the 2
Collin Sexton
Stop the checkin
How you figure it's not chess I play the to game
flight mode
You don't like where we're headed, what you sittin' on my flight for, huh?
Yeah, they said, "Wait until your time comes"
Nope! Time's up
have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the
Motherfucking puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string
I'm makin' moves
I'm
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
Lightin' up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It's that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith
the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like
Im makin it
Flipn it
Stakin it
Yeah
Yeah
Makin it
Flipin it
Stackin it
Yeah
Im Makin it
Flipn it
Stakin it
Flip it again
Want nothing come up missin
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
Watch when they walk by
Guys get the wondering eye
They rather get smacked then not look back
Tell you what's up with that
They see that wobble
the chickies I run in on
I run out on, runnin' their time out for love
I kickin' up so much dust, my vision fucked
This sandstorm consumes what I touch
Hi sluts,
rubber bands
Bitch I got that Flint water, yeah that's a couple's zans
And you can tell by where I stay, that you can tell that I get paid
with 50 bands up
But the booty was nice
Pulled up on her
Got her number
Took her out the same night
I'm in my bag
I knew my time was coming
Ain't expect it so soon
Its
where I stay
I took me an L, but I ball every day
I go by Mr. Money, make sure I get paid
This feature was free, cause I'm locked up with K
Got the heart
time and all this hard work and they started tracin' it up
The money I started makin' started makin' itself
I shoulda did more private investments
complain
Boots all muddy by the end of the shift, carry on the American way
Chorus:
One time for them blue collar boys
Up before the sunrise, makin ends
Look
Haha, hahaha
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Didn't believe it could happen
(Didn't believe it could happen)
And fuck is
what time it was, so I just poured 4 after 4…that's 4:04
Times by two, that's 808
Them drums not 808s
My nigga Ced gone spray the Drac…
Sound like he
the beat, baby came to get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
saved it, at the same time
We dedicated
Straight Up
Soulja Slim and Doggy Dogg at the same time
Makin' figures, crazy niggas at the same time
Be your
Things done changed, word to Biggie Smalls
I'm always on time in my city dog
They ain't fuckin' with me at all
I'm getting' rich and die tryin', man
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