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Retro Your gonna end up dead too, I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna fuck all night Shorty fuck me wrong or right, I'm smokin' on opps to relieve the stress I got switch on me, I ain't got no vest I blow this bitch, I ain't nothin' to test I blow this bitch, I'm like, who next Thick bitch slid she slid in a dress She know why she here, she tryna get busy Shorty think she mine, she must be dizzy I ant singing to no bitch, I leave it to Drizzy He play with his life, I slide with the switchy I ain't doin' no talkin', that nickle will get em sitchy That nickle would leave him stitchy I'ma shoot that bitch till it's empty Fuck the bullshit, I'm tryna get paid Shorty suck me up, cause I'm renegade Shorty suck me up, heard was gettin' guap I'm all in her house, I'm beatin' her box I'm all in her house, and I'm pourin' up wokk As soon as I lit za,them panties dropped She walk up to me like I just wanna make it right Baby, not tonight I don't wanna fuss and fight I just wanna make it right I just wanna make it right Two wrongs don't make no right Baby, not tonight I'm just tryna blow this za Nah, I ain't tryna fight I just wanna make it right I'm tryna blow my za Like lil' bitch leave me alone Like why you tryna check my phone Why you gettin' loud, watch your tone I thought we was cool, what you want You don't bullshit, I can leave I ain't lovin' no bitch, I ain't catchin' no feelings I'll rather be out here catchin' cheese Uh Yeah, when I get in my feelings I start blowing za When I get in my feelings Put on that shit, get fly Baby, not tonight I don't wanna fuss or fight I just wanna make it right Baby, not tonight I don't wanna fuss and fight I just wanna make it right
Writer(s): Robert Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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