Lyrics:
you know i'm coming right back
Ten toes on it whatever you think
Drip keep coming I pray you don't sink
Calm down love you've had too much to drink
Her
they all tryna tell me
Ok I just put a hickey where her titty use to be
I can't trust a soul too much my city up in me
She stay on that pole grinding
Tryna switch tha tempo
Tell me where you been tho
Tell me where you been tho
Girl you play way too much, you got me goin' mental
I put weight on my cuts,
into that situation
I'm too young, not ready yet
I got so much to do
Got to take it step-by-step
It's best for me and you
It's up to us
Not to jump into
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
I got too much love to give
But
You say you're with it
Yea
I got too much love to give
Girl
You say you're with it
But
I see
wood you ah go put inna yuh womb girl? Before you can call yuh self Queen too
All dis oral fixation you like to talk about
How much man you ah go call
you ah go put inna yuh womb girl? Before you can call yuh self Queen too
All dis oral fixation you like to talk about
How much man you ah go call yuh
Captain Morgan
I’m living in the moment
Ooh ooh baby tell me what it do
Ooh ooh give me some 1942
Heyyy.. spice it up, spice it up
They say I drink too much
after the greatest
That's Nasty Nas huh huh
Yeah See I got much rhyme
And never once have I committed much crime
Unless you talking lyrically, cause I'm
love you (Yes I do), And I know that if you love me too
Girl, What a wonderful world... What a wonderful world this would be
Don't know much about
to chill at the crib
Waiting for homie to bring the instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
I did it partner
Too much
Now you're up too
Girls gave me they heart and I fumbled
You have your heart to niggas and it crumbled
What has this come to
I know I can trust you
Who
I never say much
That's between me and you
Girl i aint really finna, it is what it is
Wanna see me fall but when i'm up
You never say much
Fuck a 9
Sorry
INTRO INSTRUMENTAL ½ CHORUS (strummed)
VERSE 1 (single pinched chords)
Db
I left the back door open
Db Fm Eb
That day
like they on a bus
You gon needa gauntlet to get rid of us
If you love me then get in the car
I don’t gain much by trollin a star
All a n***a know that
the Quan on yo ass
Watch me do my little dance
What's the matter too much mass?
I'm a bad little bitch, everybody knows that
You a mad big bitch, and I know
girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there
But
By the age of 15 in 2014
I was rapping to my phone, listening to beats
Recording songs on SoundCloud doing "One Takes"
And if I messed up, I'ma do
I'll fuck any nigga up
I don't give a fuck
Hey! I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck!
Yo shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Talk too much shit
Talk
drunk
Drinking and smoking I knew by this time I would be feeling crossed
No I ain't say much to that girl and she already taking it off
Foot on the gas
Looking too much in the rear view
Of her past to be driving that fast
Thought she was a Acura
More like a accident
Her relationship trauma
Snook up on her
it's the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood
To live and die
But I’ll be right by your side, right by your side
I know, I know, I know
I might be drinking too much, saying too much
But I’ll be right by your side,
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