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White Wine
by Skullyoskully
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I still wonder bae
I still wonder bae
Million ways to make it right
Tryna put you under baby
I couldn't find no resolve
But I found a hunnid ways
I still want you bae
Tried to warn her baby
I say white wine
Tell that boy stop tripping calling during my time
I got demon bodies and they laid out, they be cooling out all in my mind
Bitch I started my tripping out, way before my uncle Tom died
Catch a nigga if he slipping out if he creep back in nawfside
Bullets leave his temple it might fix that nigga cross eye
Cross me I got blickys on the table shoot like Hawkeye
She tryna have my babies said she might get her shits untied
Flacko in a Tesla, he gone pull up at the right time
If it's if quiet time my hold my strap she carry pistols she my war bride
Last bitch broke it off said she can't keep up said my life wild
But that's my life style
I was tripping you ain't throw a nigga his lifeline
3 years I ain't back home can't find no niggas like mine
I ain't want no red rum baby.
I say white wine
Just something softer than that
I still wonder bae
Million ways to make it right
Tryna put you under bae
I couldn't find no resolve
But I found a hunnid ways
Please don't get that man
Cause he won't understand
I still wonder bae
I still wonder bae
Million ways to make it right
Tryna put you under baby
I couldn't find no resolve
But I found a hunnid ways
I still want you bae
Tried to warn her baby
I say white wine
Tell that boy stop tripping calling during my time
I got demon bodies and they laid out, they be cooling out all in my mind
Bitch I started my tripping out, way before my uncle Tom died
Catch a nigga if he slipping out if he creep back in nawfside
Bullets leave his temple it might fix that nigga cross eye
Cross me I got blickys on the table shoot like Hawkeye
She tryna have my babies said she might get her shits untied
Flacko in a Tesla, he gone pull up at the right time
If it's if quiet time my hold my strap she carry pistols she my war bride
Last bitch broke it off said she can't keep up said my life wild
But that's my life style
I was tripping you ain't throw a nigga his lifeline
3 years I ain't back home can't find no niggas like mine
I ain't want no red rum baby.
I say white wine
Just something softer than that
I still wonder bae
Million ways to make it right
Tryna put you under bae
I couldn't find no resolve
But I found a hunnid ways
Please don't get that man
Cause he won't understand
