Lyrics:
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
A different type of sound
While you was stuck inside the box
I had already been around
Inner peace and happiness I'm
Always tryna' find it
And I kinda got
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them up
before Quill get kilt
Do Quill got skill at all, homie?
It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie
Did you really expect to last, Day?
You
then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby, it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
this look easy ain't as easy as it look
And this beat stook in my head it got me singing on the hook
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it
it
You got me by motion yea we move it and we love it
We dancing the beat of this song
Passing our moves like playing Ping Pong
We getting all the vibe
miracle
I got here
It's by miracle
It's by miracle
I got here
Thank you, Jesus
Not by works of my hands
No, no, no
But by your power and strength
It's by
miracle
I got here
It's by miracle
It's by miracle
I got here
Thank you Jesus
Not by works of my hands
No no no
But by your power and strength
It's by
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them up
You know that, that, "Cruisin' Down the Street in My '64", R.I.p. To Eazy
I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
you dont understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper
I just wanna watch days go by
Only with you by my side
Got baggage we can take it in strides
All you like to do is lay and lie
What's going through
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
upright
At all this was the middle
Of New York Fashion Week
And if you followed
Her Instagram, every few hours it was a
New event with a new dress
New hair,
especially me
Sister, you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk
Sister, you've got it all
especially me
Sister, you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk
Sister, you've got it all
you got me, got me
I know it's hard for you
You got me
When I know youve been wronged by other dudes
But you got me (yeahhh)
Im just trying to let
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
in the all-green
Hater disease
Bitches, so sick of 'em Dramamine
Bad Brooke Candy
If you ain't mad, well you 'bout to be
I got it, I got it, I
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