Lyrics:
Brooke
They stopped you by the gate? Sorry, that's just how it is (Mxm)
Baby, don't you even trip (Ughhh)
When I call 'em, they gon' just who it is (Hello?
For are the folks that was thinking you could count me out
I'm finna show you what I'm really about
I'm finna show you how to rock a crowd
Level bars
wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could
Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
When I walked by, I said, "Hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
to show you why
i got the game from the pimps and players
you goin feel me, baby when i get there
I'm a give you what you want so i could get what i need
we
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
(All night long I wait)
Yeah, hey, mama
Kick time at the bed, I'm coming over
Got something to show you
Behold your ass
I's wanna hold you
the bottle
This drink in my cup and
I'm fillin it up and to you's not a problem
Clearly to you I'm amused by the that
Your body is talkin
But hold up
wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could
And probably what made you a fan
A lot of us, won’t make it
But all of us wanna be famous
They working to get girls naked
I work, on cadence
They walking around
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
the dick up by your spleen I can tell by your eyes that I'm making you rise
Ayy get on top and ride it show me that you love me
She like it when I get
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now,
on a straw
Rubber ball man
A poster on the wall
Of a dear friend
I wish there was a way that I could show you
How your songs set me free
The hero
resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
"Charlie kick his face again, I think you missed a spot"
I rolled down the limo window and yelled "Bon Voyage!"
You see your girl buck naked giving Charlie
That you guys are going
Into, that seemed they had nothing to
Do with a rapper i was
Talking about a band of thinkers that
Could remove religion, race,
to God to show me signs
How much will I sacrifice?
I've been under pressure but pressure gon get the diamonds
Got the key to the city, you wanna buy it
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
This that 180, CHO, waken baken, getting stoned
Honey Dutch, blueberry bong, everyday I'm rolling cones
House party hoes getting naked, wasted
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