Lyrics:
can't say no
See me on the weekend like I'm Able
Cuz I fuck her from the back I fuck her on the table
They say she a good girl no she's no
She a baddie
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I
want)
I want a brand new house in Palm Springs with a 30 foot pool and a pool table next to the pool
And a bathroom I can play baseball in with
Lake House
I saw you at the lake house
Hoping my senses were not mistaken
You used to bring your girl there
We would make plans, cabin by
started doing all this music shit, I really wish you could be proud of me
I'm out of focus by the weekend, dark rooms just to make it clear
Did you get
[BizMarkie]
I was sittin home, all alone
When I heard the ring, on my telephone
I picked it up, to see who could it be
This girl I just met, her
loved by you
Wanted by you
I'll never feel that
I can't peel back your hair and trade secrets
Or keep 'em, or savour weekends
Stay believing there's
care less
It's to many women up in
Here to be stressing
I got a table full of women So you know I'm flexing
Bel air ten bottles table
Right by the exit
scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day.
And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they will become
Isabelle, Iʼm just calling to tell you
You left you bracelet on my beside table
And I was hoping youʼd have to stop by
One last time
Oh Isabelle, I
on earth we can adjust
Go tell your friends about it if you spend the weekend with us
(Yeah!) Shoutout to Abel
So many bottles Feezy gotta shoutout my
New house by the sand
It cost a couple grand
Mimosa in my hand
Blow up
Ugh, it's time to put these plays in motion
Mimosa in my hand while I kick
a bonus
A year went by so I gave up waiting
Moved in with Johnny's sister
A German call girl with a wooden leg
Specialising in one-legged tricks
He
you by yourself and get my secret service
I'm on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin'
I've climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl
you by yourself and get my secret service
I'm on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin'
I've climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl
I'm by your side
I gonna say it right now/ I'll lay it on the table and let you figure out
I'll risk rejection to get some satisfaction
Pretty lady give
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
What else do you want from me?
Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool,
in the summer
Table for two it’s dinner
Punch in your fucking number
Baby you should gimme some more aii
Baby you should gimme some more
Baby you
the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play
Drop top
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
house
That’s what I need
A nice car
That’s what I need
A nice girl so I can take her to beach
A big account
That’s what I need
With big amounts
That’s
Her poodle could sense I was leaving and probably for good
It stayed by the table upset
It was always a friend
I made my amends
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