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Delquan Marcel Weeks
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had to hit that bitch man, shit I aint gone lie (you feel me)
Shouldn't of hit that bitch man no lie
I'ma hit that bitch in full drive
Camaro baby (yeah)
She like it when I pull up in that, mm-hmm
I just gotta pull up in that vroom, vroom
I got a swipe on my shoulder for that hate, though
I know these **** won't wait though
They want me to break, so I'm livin' off a faith
I gotta get this cake, how many times does these **** wanna step in my lane
All I know is pain, step in my shoes
Can't do what I do, or move how I move
Had to get it on my own, had to get it on my, mm-hmm
I ain't strokin' like I used to, like give me all that juice
What you sayin', baby, open up for me I'ma take you to the moon
Said she like the way I slide it
What you know about that timing
What you know about that climax?
Now I'm strokin' on behind her
Massagin' on that fine ass
Rippin' that one way, the bitches know that they see me
Rippin' and runnin', rippin' and runnin' Rippin' and runnin', yeah
****, they hate me, but really inside, they wanna be me
That's why I keep it on me, I ain't got no homies
Broke shit is all that you know
Don't invite me to no parties, ****
More than likely, I'ma start a ****
But I just gotta charge a ****
Push the button, we gon' start a ****
She like it when I pull up in that, mm-hmm
I just gotta pull up in that vroom, vroom
I got a swipe on my shoulder for the hate, dawg
I know these **** won't wait, dawg
They want me to break, so I'm livin' off of faith
I gotta get this cake
How many times does these **** wanna step in my lane?
All I know is pain, step in my shoes
Can't do what I do, or move how I move
Written by: Delquan Marcel Weeks