Letras

Mute it, I don't wanna hear myself I don't wanna hear myself Certified hustle Intricate lifestyles of the rich and famous Considerably, I got this tendency for gripping bangers Well-dressed gentleman, but still a gangsta I could make you moan spank ya and lick ya ankles I'm saying tho It be interesting when we kick it This feeling no intermission I'm feeling ya intuition With hopes that I end up breaking u off Take a load off Take ya clothes off Impatiently communicating daily, but we don't talk (Gates) make that pussy get wetter then rain weather Body so soft I'm calling it Wayne leather Passing through the hood with memories of the block Left hand holding the wheel, our fingers are interlocked Tinted windows, but the rocks still glisten on the watch My phone rings, who is this? I don't know, but I know you in my business On the front of my boxers, traces of ya lipstick Shawty can we kick it tonight, tonight Say we never fall in love and never bring it up oh Being lonely never really been a thing to us Then you find another human like, never find a human like Relationship strange to us Guess it's safe to say we living dangerous, dangerous Living danger ra oh, oh, danger ra oh, oh Dangerous, dangerous Living danger ra oh, oh, oh, oh Complications in a lot of the stories you tell people Street sweeper with a preaches commitment, a bell ringer Seen it all took a lost through the flossing it get exhausting Death before dishonor you talk and you see the coffin Grew up without a father, rough. Ain't nobody caution us All in front my of niece, I got a bunch of fiends walking up I'm a provider, my actions go unacknowledged Habits my satisfaction no longer promoting violence I'm in the driver seat, Satan to the right of me Pistol in the same city ain't nobody liking me Agree to disagree in the differences in opinions Hard living God willing my business is never finished My life hard, niggas know I fight the same way I don't like 'em, I alright it they pipe 'em the same day Same gentleman was sticking his dick in ya dame face All red on ya forehead right where ya brain lay Artist painting depictions with a mill up on my mind Exercise selling pies doing sit-ups on my grind Yo bitch up on my mind. It's interesting to hear Nibbling on her ear while I ripped her from the rear Paid rent in two apartments so constituents can live Iron for the bullets, harassing on the avenue All under my underarms fondling my valuables Automatic Thompson, charming with a attitude Death threats and apologies, only to get back at you Local law enforcement itching to take a crack at you Sent you up the river when they figure ain't no cracking you Fuck about a pregnancy, fuck about ya life What I hold blow ya shoulders off pump it out ya wife Niggas send me letters, can't forget to mail 'em back What we don't have in common, I done been to hell and back The game a dead end, don't forget to tell 'em that My phone rings, who is this? I don't know, but I know u in my business Call in inconsiderate, label me a misfit You guilty 'til you innocent tonight, tonight Say we never fall in love and never bring it up up Being lonely never really been a thing to us Then you find another human like, never find a human like Relationship strange to us Guess it's safe to say we living dangerous, dangerous Living danger ra oh, oh, danger ra oh, oh Dangerous, dangerous Living danger ra oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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