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I do what I do 'cause I got no choice In my hands and the voice Soon pull up in a Royce Meet the girl that make noise I be going mad sometimes Is it 'cause I sacrifice? I don't want no bad vibes I'm in the mood to blow a bag on my bros Can't be selfish in this life 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm just happy I got people with me however it goes That's why I gotta stay on my toes Racks on my lap talkin' and complain, yeah She wanna entertain, yeah Well, she playin' games, yeah, oh She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table Tell me what you bring to the table If you tell me then I won't play And I won't tell you I'm all clear I just wanna live life and have fun I tell you wind it up, cool me down Yeah, the time is up Cool me down, yeah, the time is up You in your zone, you can get enough Call me on a Monday, Tuesday, you bellin' me I got the taste for you, taste this remedy Livin' in her Palm Angels If you wanna eat it from the table She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table Right now I don't need no stress If you can do that, be my guest Couldn't-couldn't care less about bum or breast 'Cause right now I'm really tryna stack my bread Never cash me outside 'cause I barely step If it ain't a cheque then I don't wanna check Better make sure that you the gang with respect We don't come to play, we just come to collect Racks on my lap talkin' and complain, yeah She wanna entertain, yeah Well, she playin' games, yeah, oh She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table She's a demon in her Palm Angels I can tell that she's just unfaithful She even telling me I can't play you Tell me what you gonna bring to the table Call me on a Monday, Tuesday, you bellin' me I got the taste for you, taste this remedy Livin' in her Palm Angels If you wanna eat it from the table Call me on a Monday, Tuesday, you bellin' me I got the taste for you, taste this remedy Livin' in her Palm Angels If you wanna eat it from the table
Writer(s): Eric Wathou Bombolo Muteba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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