Lyrics:
And that’s all part of the daily
Life I been living lately
It make me feel like
Appreciating ur dedication
But what is that when you leave me
And nothing
Taking your mom out
Got a little shawty her name is Tanisha
But she a little thotty I
Think imma leave her
Hop in a Benz picked up a diva
Fucked on your
dress
But the make up that you got on you don't need that
Say she only need me & I believe that
Wanna put my hands right where yo jeans at
Notice
Pop shots like I reach for the hip
Cash out like all on my bitch
Flash out they takin my pics
her ass out she shakin her hips
Water that pussy like
Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance
And you don't know what to do, but stay strong
And keep in mind that he always loves you,
It's what it is
from off his eyebrows
He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade
Lord they say that Jesse Langtree's got it made
A little bit south of the Okechobee there's
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
to Miami
Get you what ya want
You got me talkin’ lingo to you
Aye bae, what ya want
I put that on God, you fine
I’m a put you by my side
We goin’ state by
'cause I do
But for me boo, makin' love is just as much mental
I like to know what I'm gettin' into
We could have mind sex
We ain't got to take our
(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em
I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what
Slice
Comin' out a small city, hotter than a sauna
Niggas crabs in the bucket
I'm a shark up in that water
That lil' bitch, she got a temper
So I told her
relax, get comfortable
Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable
Got your joint, it's in rotation, check the syncopation
Deep off in these waters
water, swimming with fishes
Prolly get draws if she give me them digits
Fruit of the looms, fruit that's forbidden
When things ain't goin right up in her
(Girl just tell me what it is you want, aaah
(Fotrill!)
Foreign got the trunk up in the front, aah)
Can't come close they don't know how
Turn that
damn reporter,
Obsessed with my disorder,
Diagnosis please what's wrong with that girl?
She's ill
Nah she's sick
[Chorus]
Oh my God!! Pianos!! Ohh!!
All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rings is not ordinary
Shawty what's the boo
Fuckboys hate to see me winning
someone please tell me what's going on?
She bite on my finger, my dick turn to titan (yeah)
Water my diamonds, that shit like Poseidon
My niggas good
Caught you a while ago you got away from me
You caught a vibe you got away from me
Shawty a dancer shawty a prancer
I can not file for her she a freelancer
that's on his heart
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot,
Them pretty faces that you be making really acute
You got them angles for jaws to dangle and look at you
I see a woman who is stronger than she think she
ask to hit my shit
Cause today you gone get hit with that hell nawl
This is some real AK47 them niggas there smoking air soft
She be caressing my mind
need some water
Want smoke I got that fog
Got smoke Don't got what I got
So Please tell me what you do want
Cause I don't got the time I'm not bout
morning, darlin", from the bathroom
Then she comes out and kisses me
And to my surprise, she ain't you
Now I've got this dumb look on my face
Like, what
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