Lyrics:
Yeah. Lets get real comfortable
Lay back
What
Lemmie tell you what I'm thinkin'
Look
[Verse one]
We known each other
For some time
I think
You remind me of my favorite color
Hold on
What's your name and number
And wheres the heaven you came from
It's not often I meet angels
Sitting by
to survive
Back when i had no money and no ride
Back when i had to slide through to get by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take
Shit I can't tell just by the way that you treat me
And I know that I make yo knees weak
You told me it could be easy
Well I wont know
All because
you ever made love in a trap house
Baby tell me have you made love
Have you ever made love in a trap house
Baby girl yeah
I could blow yo back out
you can get comfortable with me
I wont let you go
Please girl let me in
Let me, in on all yo problems
Trust me, ill know how to solve them
I know you
tryna do
I ain't tryna move
Life seems possible aye.
Talk to animals
Sitting by a pool
Make me comfortable aye
They saying that my mind scattered
But
tryna make a profitable business
I'm starting to see we can reach beyond limits
Now that my only option is to kill it
I can't get too comfortable anywhere
in my chest I think she know karate
If she kick me too hard I might back out the glocky
Why this bitch getting comfortable? Bitch I dont know you
If I
be?
I wanna ride with you baby
Smelling yo fragrance, we make conversation but damnit yo bodies amazing
Listen girl I acknowledge you taken but
I can't
I KNOW A GUY TO SHOOT THE VIEWING UP, HE A TOMB RAIDER…
I AIN’T KNOW YO BABY MAMA WAS PREGNANT IMMA WOMB RAIDER….
I WAKE UP WHEN THE SUN DOWN WHERE
it
Stupid ass bitches! Yo
Niggas just want to compare her to somebody
Everybody! If they ever see me
Sitting down and peeing
They're gonna fucking
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers, don't ya know?
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah
And a jealous
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come to get ya'll up
u got yo hands up and I aint even stick ya'll up
not anotha fa brothas with baby mothas
chicks in outfits
(Hit-Boy)
Ah (Griselda)
It's the Butcher
Yo
(G. Ry got me)
Gave my life to the game, had my mama concerned
It made her calm when she saw what
the faith never lost the soul
Thought that we was cursed but now I see
That God chose
Chose me to speak to you
Bless up
Niggas keep yo' chest up
Shit
(stupid)
I an't Uncle Phil
But my will keep me comfortable
Searching for my deal
You would feel I'm accustomed to
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Who
Direct mo mekii spoiti
Mi ne tak tak mi action e tak
Skining out yo pussy cat meow meow tek sang
Want dis ano lolo bal ma nah Baikal
Real Rasta don't let
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
peoples
If it's cool with you, maybe we'll swing by
You can just chill with us
Or you can just chill with me
Long as you're comfortable
And you feel
to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
Cause yo I spend my nights out,
Ayo, what up Reese? It's been a minute since we last spoke
Side by side, in a circle round mad folks
We took it round each other wishing we were
Yo, yo jO
You already know how I'm coming real shit
Young Kros on the beat hard
How you gon' ask me if I love
You when I showed you that
And had yo
Feelin' like I'm sick and queasy, apathy served overeasy
Silent cause I swear I'm needy, just lay down yo, calm & vici
Emotion, depression seedy,
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