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Composure

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  • Español (Spanish)

Baby let me take you out show you something special I know these niggas playing games fucking with your mental You with shorty from the crib I know you not playing games I just want you to myself just know that shit can never change Pull up in the Maybach coupe all my diamonds shining blue I can't even spell us if I never found u See you posted in the club tryna spot a vibe Match my energy and baby meet me outside Meet me outside Put you on a private jet take you to Barbados Compared to my last you ain't nothing like my old hoes I see the way you walking in public the way you holding yourself Fuck your last I can put your love high on the shelf Take you to the Louis V buying out the Gucci store Drip your body in Dior you don't need that nigga anymore I see you watching me from a distance I know you want my name I know you want my digits I see you telling me to come closer Make it last forever I'm tryna hold ya Make it last forever I'm tryna hold ya Baby back to the basics what you really tryna do Seven billion bitches in the world I'm tryna fuck with you But you outside in them streets and you looking mighty fine But you always gon' know you forever on my mind No more percs to ease the pain no more drinking for the feel I was lying to them bitches but with you I keep it real Shorty got some potential and I love your composure When you need me by your side you can call me right over You can call me right over Right over Baby let me take you out show you something special I know these niggas playing games fucking with your mental You a shorty from the crib I know you not playing games I just want you to myself just know that shit can never change Pull up in the Maybach coupe all my diamonds shining blue I can't even spell us if I never found u Match my energy and baby meet me outside Match my energy and baby meet me outside I see you watching me from a distance I know you want my name I know you want my digits I see you telling me to come closer Make it last forever I'm tryna hold ya Your last nigga was lacking but in my presence we packing If he run up on gang know this shit could get tragic Tell him stay on his side before he needed some help Decapitate a nigga have his head high on a shelf I ain't playing no games especially all about mine If a nigga got some words tell him don't waste my time He be capping in his rap like he really doing it Nigga please you a bitch I'm just here to prove it I'm just here to prove it I'm tryna stay humble but niggas they want some beef Can't compare me to you cause you can never be mean See you bitch made broke nigga no having dick Nigga don't be mad at me cause I'm fucking on your bitch Nigga sad nigga, hating nigga, lil dick having nigga That whole circle is a bunch of bitch made niggas Niggas

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