Lyrics:
the harbor
Gaze up the stairs, a fancy boutique
A girl who works there, she does it for me
Yeah, dinner for two, one day I'll ask her
I know there ain't
mock it, but it's not for 'em anyways, stunt on 'em niggas any day
They been runnin' yea they been afraid, take ya wifey on a dinner date
Cause they know
a pretty chick already turned up
I like them shy and nerdy, a geek in glasses
College girls straight a's in the classes
I like a flirty, personality
A little
the type of girl to fall for any line
I'd take her out to dinner, treat her like a winner
I may be young, but I'm no beginner
All your ways are good,
catch me out in Boston
See Ronnie like the way
That I'm throwing it back
And big Jaden got the white girl
He be movin the pack
Brown boy named Dave
intrigued she never had it with the cinnamon
Girl you fuckin wit a winner ain't no minute man
Put that pussy on the table what's for dinner man
Yea we
Record company man
I won't be coming to dinner
My thoughts are far away
I?m working on that day
North country girl
1 think she's going to stay
Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I'll be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me
Man's back with a banger
An my other one was a firework am i lying
Girl you a dancer
Try a twerk if ya like the verse
I'm a fly guy no hanger
And my
Beat Geeks, Beat Geeks
Snatchin' bodies, that's my forte
The kitchen counter's my laboratory
Give half the organs to my half-black
Lab
know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where would we be?
No frozen dinners and no TV
And is that a world we want
crying like
Okay, that's what we doing?
When I be in Boston you know what I'm doing
I'm working on me, you know I'm improving
I tell you I love you, you
on the honeys at the vending machine
One hitters, tray dinners, all you need's an id
Plaid pajama bottoms or plaid pleated skirts
everything you girl's wear
She wanna pull up I told her no question
I'm with the gang girl so pull with your best friends
She got brains imma teach this girl a lesson
We got
Listen honey
I been running cross country
And I fucc with hot girls
I don't need no playboy bunny
In the field I'm tryna eat
Know a young nigga
Movin' to the bassline
Anybody hate I move 'em to the wayside
Feelin' like it's game time, two girls at the same time
Dog, I'm a canine, hella Michael Bay
Talking to a wife allow bile like Private Pyle
Teen geek with a girl, looking to fuck her stuck out
Holding my doctor hostage cause I can't get the fuck
right under my feet
I'm in Boston sippin' on this tea
And my homeboy making your girl screech
And I climbing this ladder I promise it's steep
Rest in
a geek
I can't keep her on a leash
She want beef, I gave her meat, it might get stuck between your teeth
I can't breathe, what you mean
Hold on wait, I'm
Wait hold up
I told her if she got it, she could get it
She could come chill at my place don't know why she sweat it
Girl stop playing with me, no
those dresses
Got news from afar
From a girl who knows who we are
She's still got my dinner money
She can keep it
Never had a fight that we
this sprinter, Racks in the zipper
Geek up for Dinner (Brrr, Ah)
Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner
I just want to be with her (Ha, Some killers)
I ain't no
Baby what you sayin'
Girl you look so fine stop playin'
If you're lookin' for me i'll be waitin'
But tonight are you tryna be my lady
Ayyyy and you're
Gettin' money, that’s what I do often (Hah)
I get treated like I'm the big
Ticket when I'm movin' through Boston (Hah)
They prayin' on my downfall
Want me
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