Lyrics:
'm saying, girl, I'm built like a Smoothie You say I'm the one, more like two
I've been with a lot, but I ain't none like you One of a kind, make me feel
Remember the minutes spent together
You called me Rainman
Then kissed me for three seconds
Ooh, no one else has ever fit
The equation quite like you
White
mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin' rush
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Say what if you feelin' it (say what, say what)
I know
of the day now
Hey girl
Swear you're always on my mind but I don't know what to say now
Hours, minutes, minutes, seconds
Time spent without you, I dread it
I
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo baby.
[Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends
tried to flip it now it's all I ever think about
You got me second guessing feelings I could be without
2 up in the morning shorty buzzing on the iphone
on it
Hypin' now 'cause you came on it
Hype off a hunna eighty seconds
That's three minutes, nigga pipe down
I been looking good, I been feeling nice
seen you in it
I drop that bag I spend them racks just to have two minutes
Tryna stay out my feelings but I packed my bags and moved in em
I been tryna
benching
But now I pick my minutes I'm playing out every second
You ain't get it at first it's your perception
The game been calling my name it left
Twenty-five, twenty-two, na I'm gone be ok
I'd rather have a thirty-eight Glock that's overweight
Otherwise, I might die I might meet my grave
What you gonna do
I was the one for a minute, two
For a second,
Three days later you told me to
Forget it
Three perfect days, they were
Three perfect days
the hood with the B's, it's a real hive
Me and bro don't got no handshake, we slap five
Hit this bitch for thirty-seven minutes, got my back tired
Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me
I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you
Windows
Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me
I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you
Windows
seconds goes by it feels like tears to my skin
Bust down in a Bentley but was worth it
‘Cause everyday that goes by I feel like I’m dyin’
The streets hurt
x]
One, two ; watch out for the man in blue
Three, four; I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six; you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight; I'm forced
reflect your personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know, they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some
of
the ghetto in five seconds,
four,
three,
two,
one.
[Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off
and flying away]
I'm Country Raised, ahh ahh ahh (x4)
VERSE 2:
Bama born and raised country roots in my veins
Moonshine by the bottle better hope it don't break
down right in front of this mirror and start picking myself apart
Broken down piece by piece then get to writing and put all shards in art
I hate that
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
to you
And I don't need you bitch but would you answer if I call collect
And I'm on the road, I took a shot
I heard the metal net
And that's like thirty
(Hell yeah) Until then no sleep
‘Cause sleep is the cousin of the
Two horned creep from the deep
I'm done (I'm done) holding on to the past
Tryin' to make
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
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