Missin'
Za Rozaye
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I never choke, shawty do that with her throat Yo bitch want the d, no offense I'm on a roll, said she had drive for the smoke Won't wait for that lil bitch again But that was the past, 'hunnid of them shooters gon blast Your future get way too intense The present go fast, just like my patience, lil pussy Don't jack that we was ever friends when I get to the Benz The Jag, SRT, DDG Moonwalk thru calabasas with all them blue faces The 50's adjacent NY to NJ, keep your two cents, shit changing I met many men, too many was two faced Still got the keys like Alicia on new days Thought ya had me read, blood gon shine like a ruby Gang eating, still light yo ass up on a Tuesday Getting rid of you Bet' not let me find out where your crew stay My niggas spraying shit far from Bob Boucher My money exquisite, not cream, it's crème brûlée Broski got booked fucking round with them toolies While I was in class, stressing bout different due dates Now I rack it up in the north like it's Kuwait Lil bitch throwing sugar, I make my own Kool Aid Miss me with that other shit You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you Ion want none of it All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you Asking my government Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you Do this for gang, making all my bros rich And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals Miss me with that other shit You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you Ion want none of it All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you Asking my government Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you Do this for gang, making all my bros rich And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals Getting my bands up You sorry, don't stand up Ain't a fan of your comedy I give a lot of me I don't want maybes and probablys I'm way too used to hypocrisy More than I should be But you know how the hood be All tryna be where the goods be Trapped on the corner, you know, where the rooks be I made a move, now I feel like the king piece A blessing my mama made it through the 60's She was still young tho, she sat where the kids eat Last year's November she made it to 60 I'm tryna tell her, the world finna feel me Xaye Rowe 2Ahunnid And I won't stop grindin' for nothin' Cause all of them thought I ain't serious Going from bussin these tables, bro bussing these shots Til' we buzzin, it's quiet, ain't hearing it Miss me with that other shit You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you Ion want none of it All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you Asking my government Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you Do this for gang, making all my bros rich And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals Miss me with that other shit You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you Ion want none of it All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you Asking my government Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you Do this for gang, making all my bros rich And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals Flex, flex You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you Ion want none of it All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you Asking my government
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Written by: AMY LEE, BEN MOODY, DAVID HODGES
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