Did That (feat. Rock$tar Bandit)

I ain't gone lie shit lately you been on my mind To think about the times we had it was a hell of a ride When you found me I was dead inside you left me filled with life I don't talk about my feelings but I'ma put them in these rhymes Seen it coming before it happened but your love had me blind You can't even lie you know my type of heart is hard to find To keep it real my heart broke that's how I got back on my grind Loosing shorty and Delano I almost fucked around and lost my mind Ain't get it then but I wanted to make sure you felt secure Ain't take your love for granted I was emotionally immature Know I'm hardheaded when I get it don't need to tell me no more The way I stimulate her mind it's gone make her want me some more When I'm in it she tell me daddy this pussy yours I had to beat it like I'm Michael Jackson and that's for sure She love everything about me even how the way I say my words You was my little hottie we was suppose to travel all around the world Been genuine since the beginning don't you get that Unintentionally hurt you hope it felt good to get your lick back I can't lie you got me good shit you did that Putting in work patiently waiting to kick back Been genuine since the beginning don't you get that Unintentionally hurt you hope it felt good to get your lick back I can't lie you got me good shit you did that Putting in work patiently waiting to kick back I don't know if you a rider Yea word on the street you retired Grab on her waist she gone tell you she tired I grab on her waist she gone tell me reach higher Shit crazy how you did that I got money on my mind when I flip packs Can't get your bitch back got to get get back Arching her back break that shit like a kit kat Yea how you did that oh yea why you did that Why you promise me shit but gone fall back I know you loving that shit when I call back Aye got these big racks know I keep a pole where is your switch at Niggas talk down hold this L and get dick slapped I ain't got time for that shit but I did that Me and Dee chiefin got up on this beat We in the crib no MTV Christian Dior this bitch wearing Shien I got a whole bunch of baddies with me I'm trying to count up again with my friends I'm at the top look at the tree Know I'ma blow all this gas in the streets Know how to ball dunk shit like yow-ming