Lyrics:
Huey babe, Huey Huey babe
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I've got to get the moving babe I ain't lying
My heart is beating rhythm and it's
It’s Saturday night, Got off’a work late
Been a helluva week, Seven twelve hour days
Drinks on me, let’s make a little noise
Wanna find a pretty girl
The act you putting on I know it aint real
We thorough out here working hard to stack a mil'
My dogs gon' eat your food if they ain't had their meals
love the way the fans say they love me
I know it’s all because my God above me
But damn I’m feeling like Sam
Except my daddy ain’t stuck up no video game
see gang when they in it
My bro told me to push past my limits
Out in cali where kush taste like lemon
Shoot a opp with the left like B Jennings
Bitch
Why you come back if you don't want us?
Why you so sad? Or just play with my mind?
Tell me why, why? if you've got that guy
Babe, I ain't fine
Said,
Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
know you can complete me there
All right with a bigger feast
By now, by now
Us, us, us trust
There's supposed to be us babe
Us, us, us trust
Got you babe
Got you babe
Got you babe
Got you baby yeah
Just tell me what you want and I
Got you babe got you babe yeah
Dig this
Put it down like
got it
Babe look at that body
You can get it by just how you looking
Fuck with me babe get cho soul tookin'
Babe you should know i ain't no rookie
Way
Yo, yo, yo, what's happenin', baby? (Come get with me, babe)
Come on over to this VIP section
Oh, don't worry about it, you ain't got no wristband?
Yo, yo, yo, what's happenin', baby? (Come get with me, babe)
Come on over to this VIP section
Oh, don't worry about it, you ain't got no wristband?
out and leave
I was raised by the real
Know when to speak
Flip the page now you on chapter 3
Welcome to my story
You ain't proud of me
Look at yo self
Oh, yeah
(Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
Oh
(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
Oh, yeah
Laid up, got me thinkin', babe
be putting on a show
Cause it just aint me, and it might never be
Yeah I wish I could, and so does she
But I aint no cowboy
I aint never been the kind
Rashad Jennings came and assembled the avengers
Betta watch how you talk when my name is mentioned
You had me at first, this time it's different, this time
Drugs have never lied to me
When I open up my eyes oc
When I go to sleep at night codeine
It help to get by o my
Lately I been getting high
Mouth open
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
her college days
When she gotta it in daily on her dorm stairway
And if she feeling extra you get a four point play like swish... and 1
But it ain't fun
Ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter anyhow
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your
It’s Dre
Dropping bombs on his mixtape
No Pig Latin but these bitches
On my ish babe (Ish babe)
They like put me
so let me make this clear, my love
I ain't going nowhere, I ain't going nowhere
It really ain't no exit (oh, oh nah)
It really ain't no exit for me
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