Lyrics:
I know I tend to offend when I think of it
But I amended a trend without knowing
When all a sudden beginning to see myself
Structure formed out
her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just wanna dance"
With my pretty little Galway girl
You're my pretty little Galway girl
You know she beat me
to go is strait to the top what up
Isabella I sing it acapella
Her favorite ice cream maybe chocolate or vanilla
So Isabella L, I know you hear me well
good?
I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"
You know I got it, what's good?
My people's 'bout it, what's good?
Never stop, we never settle
Gotta push
fans and fam don’t know why you left so soon goodbye supply them mental health checks therapy and outlets poverty the upset lottery’s your best bet born
I know I tend to offend when I think of it
But I amended a trend without knowing
When all a sudden, beginning to see myself
Structure formed out
feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five
Amended with recognition but tethered by time you seek
Relevant to the mind, I rhyme more than I speak
And fall back when there's more to what I can't seem
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what you're thinking of
'Tis a beautiful day and you're welcome to stay (welcome to stay)
We
Want to double team me
Triple double get what I want
Like I own a genie
Aladdin, my bitch look like Jasmine
Fuckin' with that nigga and you know he told
angst
Embedded in shattered shells, hanging by a rope, or simply dwelling in our veins,
You seem to lose all amended ways, and in the end, only flesh
Hey yo Jim man why don't ya, you don't you kick some of that
You know, you know how you do it man
It's a trip people don't even believe were together
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
Yeah
You know I'm saying, nigga went, held that shit down, kept his mouth shut
Stayed ten toes, I came home, it was like I never left
I really feel
Tick Tock
You know the routine after I
Fuck a bitch get blocked
Shit was to easy bitch was
Amazed by some Black Rock
750 for these Louis Swim shorts
Your
intento, te juro que lo intento
Mi boca te da las gracias, mis ojos te están mintiendo
Ra-rappers no se mojan, GORE-TEX, no as Malcolm X
You know "How We Do"
¡Mamaᴄita!
Farrᴜ
Jasᴏn Derᴜlᴏ
Dale, dale, dale
Dale, dale, dale
Wassᴜp? Wassᴜp? It's niᴄe tᴏ knᴏᴡ ya
Can't ᴡait tᴏ ɡet yᴏᴜ baᴄk tᴏ my ᴄar
¡Mamaᴄita!
Farrᴜ
Jasᴏn Derᴜlᴏ
Dale, dale, dale
Dale, dale, dale
Wassᴜp? Wassᴜp? It's niᴄe tᴏ knᴏᴡ ya
Can't ᴡait tᴏ ɡet yᴏᴜ baᴄk tᴏ my ᴄar
to ninety-nine
Yeah
Yeah, that shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know
ain't worried bout what's next
That's why I keep you here
You ain't like them other hoes
Cause you the fucking best
Just in case you didn't know
Cause
Uh, yeah
Oh, mhm (uh)
You take me by the hand
You light my fire
But you're no mine yet
I hope a tí are no a liar
Don't break the magic of desire
I
edge
One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
ecstasy
(Kissin', touchin', caressin')
You know that you don't have to leave (tonight)
Sayin', "why didn't I go home with you tonight?" (ah ha, yo)
In
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
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