Lyrics:
I wanna take you home, baby
Tell me where it is
I come back when I wanna
Don't you ask no questions
Me and you forever, baby
You and me together,
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
feel alive when you're by my side
Riding in your fast car
Windows down breathe in the moment
Riding in your fast car
My heart beating in slow motion
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm fake
you wanted to take it slow
Take it slow, take it slow
Did I disappoint you? I'm pretty sure I did
You thought I was some kind of rock star
I was
banger
When I heard a voice from strangers saying
17-stones, let it be known
Bleed em slow
Danger, and the vibes they sent was anger
Told me serve em like
and have your kids
It's so simple baby
Driving me crazy
Forever want to feel like this, baby
Boy we kiss or touch
Want you so much
I just wanna love
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
off the leash It’s forever fuck police
Want me slow it down Ima speed it up
In that pussy ya Ima beat it up
Splitting lanes Cuz A nigga ina hurry
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby
My Young
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby
My Young
ass just to get some doe
Crown Royal in the glass, I would sip it slow
Always neat, no rocks, never mixed with Coke
Always weed, no rocks, never did
On the road chasin' money, you should come chase it with me
She be fly like the kid, baby love that designer shit (what's up?)
She do hair chic, lashes, all
y'all soft or something?
Ha, what's up?
[ Play ]
Crazy?!
Yo Kid, you take this
[ VERSE 2: Kid ]
Now it never ceases to amaze
How the public jumps
Listen
If you tryna win
Nigga
Take a risk
In this life
We all die
I'm just tryna live
Tryna run it up
And have the world
Cherishing my kids
gettin' sprayed up
I'm tryna have me some temporary forever's
That's why when we alone, baby we can do whatever
I'm sippin' on this slow that's up in my cup
And try to shit on all my rapper dreams
So by now it seems that that woke me up
And I told myself that I won't give up
Stepped focus up and got bold
The sickest soon to be biggest
Just like a llama when I'm rappin'
'cause you know I be spittin'
A rap god, it's hereditary, not a condition
Fuck your opinion
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Take two
Take~
Oh, if it’s lovin’ you seek, then lovin’ is what you’ll find
And you’ll find it in my slow wine
Slow wine, slow wine
Oh wanna hold you
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