Lyrics:
phone
Look, nigga, I ain't rich, I did some shit that I just wish I'd take it back
Borrowed my heart, but nigga they ain't bring it back
Nigga, I ain't
waiting every day
Your man must think it's safe for you to travel that way
And I don't want to violate your relationship
So I'll lay back in the cut with
Yeah
It was Harlem at the ruckus
I saw you with your man, a smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coupe with my hat turned back
things right
The way you dress your bed na so you lie
I keep my focus on the light
To send my shadow go behind
A man must try to do things right
The way
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
Devil in a red dress, why she always tempt me
Every time that I say yes, you regret that you met me
It was good doing business, and you better come
Once again I find myself staring down the road we took, wondering where we all went wrong,
Life will take you by surprise, bad choices dress in sweet
oh
He courted her for a year and a day
Oh the rose and the linsey - oh
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side - oh
She
know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better -
drama no baby mama cause that shit crazy
But I can't help myself cause that little tight dress on you looks so amazing
I know this ain't what your man is
Little mama can give it to me like I'm the man
Give it to me like I told you
Grab you flip you hold you break you down
Stop depress drop your dress
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
I know you got a man
I know you got a man shorty
I hope he understand
Nothing personal homie
I swear it wasn't planned
Very random I am totally
I might need your lovin' back at home babe
Sometimes you just can't do things alone, babe
If you really wanna talk right now
We can talk right now,
the crown, while I dress all black
She loving my style, new drip with the sound
Man the music's so loud, think I need to fall back
Yeah
Be right back, right
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
typhoon
Wake up in the morning feelin' like shit (Like shit)
Dress to impress on some hype shit (Hype shit)
Roll a couple blunts for a light hit (Light hit)
mind
I don't need that man
By my side
No No No
Gonna put my best dress on
And wipe these tears
I'm tired of giving my all
And they just don't care
They
By now you should know I hate waitin'
I got no patience
Right now man are tryna get out the Matrix
Far from the agents
Tryna stay far from
that, caught some slugs
And we loved him 'cause, in him we, saw some of us
He walked like us, talked like us
His back against the wall, nigga fought
locked up
Put the team on my back
Im back packing
money in my sleep
Im nap sackin
And the cash stack
Higher and higher
I jump Tax brackets
Yo mans a buyer
clack to a swamp song
By the time I told her, you know I'll already be gone (Gone!)
Take me to the wild wild west
I'll wear my finest dress to your
I really been in my feelings, Leave me alone man I don't wanna talk nobody
Giving my heart to these women, I keep forgetting, they don't care
make sense to myself
If wealth was truth, then it should by a man's happiness
Why the hell you think I'm smilin' so hard while I'm rappin' this
Ay
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