Lyrics:
got him
yea she got him
don't know how
he sees her
yea sees her
but that's over in this instance right now
i've been pissed of by you
i've been careless
Haha, Yeah
K Round baby
Uhh! Homie imma Lead by Example
I can see the picture, Put the cannon on the mantel
Homie got the candle and everything is
forreal
Go to CT to get a piece wiped down forreal
Niggas from Jersey tryn’ do me dirty
Just got a new 9 finna get me a 30
Slide on they block by
you down
Look where you end
Though you cry for love
And you cry for kiss
Through she knows
About everything you miss
She cheat you and
Bug you and let
then I ain't boardin' it
See the red light when I'm recordin' it
If she don't like it long, we can shorten it
She said, "Malibu got the better view"
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
calm down
Even my first time when I got high
My baby she know
I've been laughin' all day, vibin' all day
My baby she know, Bboy
She know me
the wind blow her out my life (Be gone)
Anything romantic turn to suicide, suicide (Yeah)
Same way she come (Same way)
Same way she leave, yeah (Yeah,
she a hot girl no summer
Baby come and put it on me
When you up and feelin' horny
Call me by tonight I get you a flight
Girl I can take you
She’s so blind, she just can’t see,
She won’t find love, by ignoring me.
She’s got most things, we just dream about,
But she’s got no one, no one
growing up right before my eyes
Still can see the day when she was sittin' by my side
Like a clock flew out the window how the way that time fly
We met up
high
You talk, we shoot
Got my brody by my side
Slide, slide we ain't gon' let that slide
Don't get to close to me Bitch you might die
Die, die
Got
pussy then I call a day
We smoking runtz baby
I ain’t romantic got no flowers
I got blunts baby
I'm the yo I’m cooking up just like the lunch lady
Give em
wanted to know every single one of her secrets
But as we got to talking there’s one thing she left out
I heard I’m not the only guy kissing her mouth
Well
to the bank
She got me goin' to the bank.
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
She got me
Got me.
She thinks she saves me money buyin' everything on sale.
as Sunday morning service
But better days or for worse
If I'm paid or I'm hurting in my pocket
She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure
No matter what
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
She was a church girl, parents gave her everything
Had the best education but weak for
That's how she got her name
That's how she got her name
She was a church girl, parents gave her everything
Had the best education but weak for
a manic pixie dream girl
And an Indie movie scene girl
I've got a girl friend
She's not my girlfriend
Yet
I kind of like it how you cut your hair by
Smoking weed and taking shrooms my definition of romantic
She say she like my scent, she say she like my standards
I know she got good parents, she suck
she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears
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