Texty
See you in the city, lookin' all pretty, but I pretend you don't exist
See you in the city, lookin' all pretty, but I pretend you don't exist
Deleted you number, damn I wish I had it back by now
Deleted your number, eh
Yeah, call me, you know you know where I'm gon' be
Come and see ya boy in the motel 6
Yeah I might fall deep shawty you a zombie
Eating up my brain and it don't make sense
Yeah I think I love it
Yeah I think I love it
Yeah I think I love you
Don't make sense
Yeah I got the laud in the back of the Benz
Big white smoke in the dark black tints
Got Doc Martens, same OG drip
I'm so fucked up, can't find my friends
Feel around
Feel around
Come and get it now
Can't wife no trick
Too well known these streets of my city
Life in the Agg ain't always too pretty
Concrete sun that heat no joke
Work too hard bleed for my folk
Ima get it now
Ima get it now
Get around
Keep yo 2 cents
Don't come at me this ain't no bluff
Plan too G I'm way too tuff
Yeah I see me I'm in my fleece with like 10 g's lets get it done
Rough stuff, never had enough
Now ima go get it cause I only got a minute
Yo I gotta look good so my pants I cuff
Eard-suff, shit real ruff, I breath I puff
(You still look pretty)
(Still look pretty, yeah)
(Pretty)
(Girl you pretty, yeah)
(Oh so pretty)
(You still pretty, yeah)
(Oh so pretty)
(Girl you pretty)
(Oh so pretty)
(Girl)
(Still so pretty)
(You so pretty)
(Girl you pretty)
(The hardest to trust)
Writer(s): Gustavo Fernandez
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