Lyrics:
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs
Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh)
Met that girl
Feel those bands, I'm going down like a fire in my gut
Every bar when they push through
Got me too deep, ten feet in a rut
Feel the rush when you
got ten chains on, I bought a magnet
That'll let you really know what's happenin'
Better let these niggas know I'm active
That's a hard .39 when I
me
Comon little flower girl, see me
First time that we met till when you see me on the tv
Do you see what I see
You, Me oversea
You gon live like
been
Ever since I met you girl I think about you all the time
Get me in my feelings girl
Got me thinking lately how I felt when you were by my side
Got
Woah, woah, wassup, wassup
Thanks for having me, I appreciate it
Thank you for stopping by
I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone
Yeah
her whenever I saw a vehicle abandoned
Around here you're either a tourist, an artist like me, a sicko or bandit
Posted by plants that can kill a man,
what it is and how I get down
She wanna slide to the crib, wanna get down
I said no, she on tiktok talking bout the Met now
These nigga flip flop when
caring
Aye, a nigga don’t shop at Ross.
I don’t rock clearance
Aye, do this by myself I don’t got no parents
Aye, that hoe fuck with me cause of my
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
pussy boys dancing, just like they was at prom (haha)
I was raised by my dad, bitch, I barely see my mom (yeah, yeah)
And you know I keep a bad bitch,
How you say i'm not mature, but u ain't even met me though
Yeah I blew up, when I grew up, when I touched up on this dough
You ain't even tell me
Chris Tucker
I'm great like dane
I max out the pain
Grip on the grain
When I'm swervin' them lanes
Count up a count up a check I might do it
Pounce if you
I was twenty-four years old
When I met the woman I would call my own
Twenty-two grand kids now growing old
In that house that your brother bought
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some
the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some
my heart and hope to die
Do you really wanna ball
cnd just afford to take your time
When got a girl that you knew you really didn't deserve
Vince was
the dope game?
When Trazz on the track it’s certified crack
Baggie hit the streets you can
Watch your money stack
Rap’s like the crack game, now I’m in
like a motherfucking freezer
That's when they told me that I don't need you
I'm a go chill with my boys and play Fifa
Maybe score a couple goals with C.R
I'm the motherfucking boss
Bigger than Ricky Ross
Tic tac all you motherfuckers get back
They be tripping
They all scared
When I put another clip in
the cane
Never been a player
Just in love with the game
But when i met you
I was willin to change
Could you be my cup of coffee
Tilla Sonrise my name
a blink
You Morty I'm def Rick
Swerving lanes like I'm on a rocket ship
Keep your heart that's locked shit
Three Benz in the driveway when I cockpit
Got
by chance
Flip your coin or claim your cash
I just wanna go and make my craft
Third revision, raising class
Don't think I'm real
Tell me how you feel
I
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