Lyrics:
kidding me, no
Is it alright with you
I don't know what to say
It'll be like a holiday
When you say you're all alone
Makes me wanna come back
And this
I don't care niggas try and front on me and
I blame em right here
You betta watch yo back
Niggas be on dat bullshit down here
So I gotta move round
your secret lover
I'll be, be
We got a secret
That no one knows about
I can't tell them how I feel 'cause she might find out
When he touches me
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
they call me Kastro
And you Oh! Storm sound like a cutie too
What's poppin'? with me and you
Just hit me with the seven
It'll be my pleasure to see what
with a lot of issues, minds kinda cashews
No, fake friends never tattoo
Only call your phone when your up
That's a bad move
Seen a couple come and go so
want a Tom Maserati
Hit a spot in Dyckman, probably it'll be different kind of models
We play up in them sheets, when we done you make it up
Make that
around
What's that? Tomorrow at two
You're kidding me -- no
Is it allright with you
I don't know what to say
It'll be like a holiday
When
surprise
When you fed me mama’s cooking with forever in your eyes
Couple months later we were busy getting fast
When you phone started ring with
when they call
They get
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey
grandmother telling me that she had been robbed
I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but this situation made the night colder
it when you're by my Side
Just stay up til the morning light
Your eyes are like the sunrise
Honestly I'm sick of it
I'm sick of never trusting it
and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying
me when the phone ringed
Elementary girls callin' the house
Desiree and Cheryl mama end hustled
What we talkin' about
I'm talkin' about the good old
slide
Jeff Hardy swanton
I don't get high, I sky dive
Fuck with me and that's twist of fait
420, red eyes
Fuck with me, I stay high
When my phone ring you
Boi, no Similac
I told you once, can't trust these hoes
Pink ring on Super Bowl
Always on your smart phone done turned you to a stupid ho
Trappin'
steady rolling when cam moving blam through
No shampoo hit head n shoulders
Never been in love I ain't joking
Pass by your house on late night
Bumping swim
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
started
This is literally all that I wanted
And you brought back
The old me that I had lost
(Lost)
So when you call my phone (answer)
And when you ring my
it'll drip right down your neck, when I talk ya won't forget
(reach out, touch me)
You want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip
Willie when you want to be with me
Basically, I don't want to hear all that
I see you hurtin', why you gotta bear all that
When you should be with me
As we roll on through life it'll be alright
If you're by my side
Let go and try, let me in
So I can sit by your side for the rest of our lives
Cut
One day, I'll be holding you while we sleep
When the day is done, I'm rubbing your feet
Kissing you so you won't leave
Say I don't know you, but please,
Another snow day that we're miles away
I try to maintain a holiday mental-state
When the phone rings my understanding of love really turns around
I
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