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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Vidra
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Natron Moore
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Damn, shit is different
I expect the love I show to you so how I'm trippin?
Damn, I just want you here, don't hear me out, you never listen
You the one, want you to hold me down while I fuck other bitches
I admit, I put you in my life, I'm learnin' how to live it
I admit, you might just be my wife, that's only if you with it
The game I teach is free don't got a price, you pay for your decisions
I know y'all vibin, shit, it feel right, but they got they intentions
I don't care who pitchin, I'm out my comfort zone, just load a beat I walk
It's your fault If your bitch insecure, gotta turn her to a boss
Understand the sacrifice it cost, gotta better all your flaws
Showed your hand, and I'm like, damn, that's exactly what I thought
Damn, you did me in the worst way, I should've known better
Act like I ain't know you hurt bae, I made you feel better
Every single day a workday, cause I'm a go-getter
Gettin' lit like it's your birthday, I showed you real pleasure
Damn, shit is different
I expect the love I show to you so how I'm trippin?
Damn, I just want you here, don't hear me out, you never listen
You the one, want you to hold me down while I fuck other bitches
While I fuck other women
How you bein' wishy-washy and doin' dishes in my kitchen
Ain't wanna cross you from the jump, that's not my mission
Hit you up so we could kick it, like a punt, you said you chillin
Rollin' up so I don't gotta feel it
But this shit from my heart, you gotta feel it
Fill up a whole pickle jar with green, this is not a mason
Put Margiela on my bitch, before me, she was never basic
Droppin' jewels, my bitch super bad, I stay with somethin' dangerous
If they road ragin, I blow the smoke in all they faces
Real recognize real, I wish keepin' it real contagious
Am I livin' it up? Stupid if you askin' that
If I ever grab the pack, just know I flipped the pack
I put a stack on black so I could get like double back
Different type of duo, feelin' like we Kobe Shaq
And I don't got a type, but got two that look just alike
Like Cody Zack
Ain't G-Herbo but I
But I'm rollin, rollin, rollin, I ain't off the zaps
And it ain't fuck a white bitch, but like I'm super
Except my momma know for her, I'll take shit off the map
Put my bitch in skims, cause her ass, it be stupid fat
Tired of back and forth, always talkin' this and that
I'm tryin' see them titties, I ain't tryin' go tit for tat
They say they love you, then still leave you, can't fall for the trap
Eagles starter jacket and a X cap for the hat
Just a youngin' on a mission, tryin' to grind and get it
Sometimes life demands some changes, gotta learn to pivot
I could give you game for free, it's up to you to listen
To make your own decisions
Damn, shit is different
I expect the love I show to you so how I'm trippin?
Damn, I just want you here, don't hear me out, you never listen
You the one, want you to hold me down while I fuck other bitches
Written by: Michael Vidra, Natron Moore