Lyrics:
right here by my side
don't get too close
I mix the ZB wit Maison Margiella
I mix the ZB wit Maison Margiella
I mix the ZB wit Maison Margiella
I mix
Swipe everything when I shop
They know that we beat the odds that's facts
Fuck you my niggas are picking the locks (Shmoke that thing with my bitch)
I put
the gang, shit fuck up my lungs
Sip on wock, mix this shit like a chemist
You wanna fuck with lil' Cameo ?
Ion' do relations
So I'm in the mind just like
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
no to your body girl
If loving is wrong I don't wanna be right, hey c'mon
Girl you know the things that you done, done to me
And you know what I done,
Aw, man, yeah
You ever be in the club, man
You get in a fight
People that you don't even know jump in?
You feel like you wanna hit somethin',
what about yo soul
You don't wanna be in love girl, u just wanna be in control
I don't know how much more of this that I can take
You got me fixing
more chance, yea
Whatchu gon' need I'm leaving you all on your own, we don't want that now
I know I'm fallin', lemme just get you right by my side baby
wanna see the look in yo eyes
When you lay by my side
When I'm so deep inside
When I grip on yo thigh on them late night drives to yo crib when you leave
I'd be a lifetime away from 18
Just sat by a window, playing songs on the radio
Where did that time go?
Won't someone tell me?
It's like my
And the money that you owe me, you can have
I can't even see me gettin' mad
I can't even see me goin' backwards
Know you wanna see me on my ass
Cuttin' up
we don't know on the radio
Take me some place I don't know
I wanna see the city lights with you
And just lie down on your roof
Under the cotton candy
Rosé Radio
You know how we do it
Rosé-o
Gimme that champagne yo
And I don't know about y'all
Seem like everybody wanna get fucked up
I ain't even
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
riding with og and he didn't even play the radio
Cross out the bitch, Know about the hit, we move professional
And mama know I'm full of pain, say I need
la yh
I don't know what I'm talking about uh
Your bitch she wanna lako nla uh
I add it with some sugar now yh
Your bitch she wanna lako mi
Moti mu were
I'll rely on that rhythm and we'll have a good time
I'm back I'm back
Never leave wanna leave no more
Tuned to the present moment
Like a radio playing
beats I'm runnin' the track up
I'm makin' hits had to let her know
But she didn't care had to let her go
Only me here by myself
All that pain that I felt
know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
I don't need a stylist
lights out
Where there's a will there's a way to go, you'll never know
I set sail that morning and I may not come back, bro
Lay low in a hideout just
handling whips bending corners hoe
Cul de sacs and cognac
Paper thick they can't hold a stack
Shooter slick you know I'm strapped
That funk a make ya lung
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