T.Y.D
Trotta
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Anything, really anything Gets me thinkin' bout you anytime, thinking many things Maybe she could be the one though, yea, wedding rings Or, maybe have some fun though, yea sexy things I really went from fuckin no hoes, to fuckin soho I'm riding solo the grey shirt with the hole though Windows down thinking am i making a mistake? Put on some music, just so I dont lose it, baby thank you Drake Call me crazy shit at least you callin' Feels better when you let it out dont it girl I know its easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it cause your mad, then you take it all back Then we love all night till things get right I said we love all night, i said we love all night Told her baby you hot just like a Cheeto Not my type but she listening to the Migos We talkin' drunk baby drinkin that Casa Migos 3 am headed to Cavo Paradiso Tropicana, Santana, that's where you can find me Girl behind me, dropped her off and now another girl behind me No Cappin', bitch I'm Wayne Gretzky cause I'm bout to pull a hat trick Oh now I'm fucking old now, I seen it all now, I fall down But nobody I'm fallin for is for real tho Fake bitches in every field tho Asked that bitch if we can kick it like a field goal Met a girl with real goals, no interest Rather be in the back of the club with four bitches The person I'm becoming - this shit is so sickening I think I'm making a mistake Put on some music just so I dont lose it, baby Thank You Drake Cause baby you my everything You all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger then you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it Cause she hold me down, every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing, and I say the same thing Baby you the, you the fucking, you the fucking best, you the fucking best You the best I ever had, the best I ever had But I guess things change Its funny how someone else's success brings pain When you no longer involved, that person wants it all And you just stuck standing there But I'm gon' need you to say something baby Just say somethin' Cause right now you're really saying nothin' Yah with your kk's, no time to play play We was all good yesterday-day, and now you really fake fake Making an exit, I really thought we were destined But really now you ain't messin, and really now we ain't meshing But really me and you baby, is like a salad without a dressing And I know that line was corny, but we really need to address this And soon I'm changing addresses, I need you to take that dress off Im really just fuckin' stressed now Like is this shit a blessing or maybe this shits a curse cause I really deserve the worst Bitch I'm tired of this fake shit, turn up and listen to that Drake shit Girl I'm tired of this fake shit, so im just listenin' to Drake shit To my NY Girls let me see your hands Wave at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends girl, you got it Let em know that everything big Nail done hair done everything big
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