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Five star plate, big mood Let's fly down West for food I was doing uptown trips with my boo But now she got a thug doing rhythm and blues Hotel trip, let me grip and shoot Come and hold back shots to my tune I was swinging my jagged edge at the opps Same day I came back to you Hey homegirl, if I tell you a secret Promise you would keep it between me and you I wanna hear your opinion Tell me if I'm right or wrong, all I need is the truth Didn't think it would get this deep I can't go to sleep without speaking to you You found out I was cheating That was a mistake, baby believe me it's true Didn't know paranoia was hard I gotta watch cars with tints especially Ain't even tryna get drawed out I don't wanna give them washed yutes no energy (dickhead) Even more so when you're with me I don't wanna put your well being in jeopardy Hope you understand where I come from Nothing positive, just hate and jealousy Ever knew what I done last night You'll probably feel sick and think man's evil And no is a catch 22 when we first met, I said it was legal Okay, let me be honest, I'm fresh home and tag off of recall How many times? Me and them man ain't equal Big firearm in the vehicle Five star plate, big mood Let's fly down West for food I was doing uptown trips with my boo But now she got a thug doing rhythm and blues Hotel trip, let me grip and shoot Come and hold back shots to my tune I was swinging my jagged edge at the opps Same day I came back to you Pretty brown ting playing hard in the bush Don't open my heart but I should My shawty crassy mix with the hood And it's POV when she tek this wood I try too hard but I'm misunderstood Young boy putting Kanye West on the book If you gave me a day to rewind then I would Love my Chino bag cah they don't see the woosh Expensive drip on my PYT Leng ting wanna twizz on this THC She comes to the marsh and she patterns barris That's jailhouse spice and the new A3 All I want is my ROD Babe don't get fazed by the toxic me I ain't perfect but I been on my deen My opps crypted nah your mean Buss-buss that nin on your team My young ting park the machine Thug boy flex, that's part of my gene I had gyal bopping my old in her b Droptop, big drip boom that chaynaynay and she got wigs on fleek Could've got her the VV rocks or a day date watch I'm a six figure kid, no meeks Five star plate, big mood Let's fly down West for food I was doing uptown trips with my boo But now she got a thug doing rhythm and blues Hotel trip, let me grip and shoot Come and hold back shots to my tune I was swinging my jagged edge at the opps Same day I came back to you Five star plate, big mood Let's fly down West for food I was doing uptown trips with my boo But now she got a thug doing rhythm and blues Hotel trip, let me grip and shoot Come and hold back shots to my tune I was swinging my jagged edge at the opps Same day I came back to you
Writer(s): Bryan Cox, Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Tobi Oladigbolu, Daniel Lena, Aderemi Balogun, Miguel Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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