Lyrics:
tell me why
My baby
The girl with the triple tone eyes
I know you've been through it
And that I do respect
But if you can't let it go
How
(Romo)
How would you like it if I called up?
I want it
And I can't help the way I'm feeling 'bout you, 'bout you
I'm trippin'
And we could
And I watch whatever the hell I want on Netflix
I don't have to worry that you're hanging out
With some other girl in some other town
I'm still good
"Come here
Let me smell you"
I can look and you and I can tell too
She looked back and said
"I thought the same as you"
Baby girl, I wouldn't even blame
Who are you
who am I? Is it real
do we touch the sky?
Nothing's real - all disguise
said the birds of paradise.
I'm afraid
can't you see
tell me
dialin'
You support a nigga guess they
Call it dick ridin'
Surrounded by drug dealers I was misguided
Tell the girl it wasn't love
We was big vibing oou
How
Tweetie come and see me, believe me (word)
In every aspect in this life that we're living, I'm winning
I can't block my own nigga over women (no, no)
out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold
First time I met YoReL was in London
Since 2007 when we first met
I came to meet him in Hawaii
Time Square, South Jamaica Queens
He was hustling CD's
she can't
Help/ going there like she was cursed by a witch
Just like for candy bars
A you-holic ho
Got to be pretty so she gets a little freaky when
want it
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear
I mean, I can see your boobies
Shit my stylist is on a budget
He's just trying to save some
we're off to war. But I can't agree with what we're fighting for. And that's not all, because every time she smiles I see her soul,when I smile what
but your hair is only fuzz
But I'm not bein hated by much playahs all becuz..
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 3] Slick
Ok here we go verse three this is the one
want it
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear
I mean, I can see your boobies
Shit my stylist is on a budget
He's just trying to save some
want it
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear
I mean, I can see your boobies
Shit my stylist is on a budget
He's just trying to save some
replace em then we roll again
Riding smooth like oil on the skin
Baby I could make it so good it feel like a sin
I can’t lose sight of all the things that
feelings way too fast
Trippin on you
You know that
I was hoping that we’d last
I kinda find it hard to build trust
You can’t even pick up the phone
I wish I
looking for loving
I think we better off fucking
She said I’m looking for something
I don’t like how you be rushing
I think I’m tempted by many
I’m
Many nights without ur smile
Reminiscing bout you now
Thinking bout the times that I know we didn’t get in touch
I’m looking at my phone and I’m
Step through the door and act like I never left
It's believable cuz I am at my fucking best
And I will leave your girl looking like she took a test
This ain't no quick scheme
We been plotting ways to make it to the big screen yeah
Just a little girl who raps with a pipe dream
Oh yeah I been spitting
remain solid
Walk a mile in my shoes, then we can talk about it
But know I'll walk thru the fire instead of walk around it
Just to check the temperature
and wandering
Where I’ll find my joy
Young men it ain’t sexing
Baby girl it ain’t a phone
Feet to the floor like Fred
Listen I just make it back home
If you’ll
a fucked up mood can’t lie when l step in the trench man it’s so damn muddy
We was outside on the courts playing ball against opps got aggressive as fuck
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