Lyrics

Ay Look I'm too hot, need a breeze tryna cool me down Feel the base in your feet make you move around What a soothing sound What a concept And my shorty rock sweats like a prom dress Look I don't feel stress ain't no contest I just get to the money and I do my dance And my daddy don't like it when I sag my pants But he gon' love it when I get them checks in advance I'm on the next plane to my, own lane I got, no time for y'all to complain I guess I might need a little time to breathe Tryna cut the grass and rake the leaves And part the seas and plant the seeds And find a place that I believe in Love it when you come around, but Hate the fact you always leaving I get better with time like fine wine do I stay looking for love but can't find you But I really got to get it how I live So I give a little smile if you hating on the kid What's up Shorty looking kind of thick What's up Tryna slide to the crib she don't plan to fuck, but It's all good you know I love the chase Open up I hope you love the taste motherfuckers I see the world for what it really is I won't take too long, don't need too much just a little bit I started thinking I'm convinced that I'm an idiot Don't ask for too much Don't take too long just a little bit Just a little bit I'm tryna right my wrongs and right my sins While I'm in a bathtub full of juice and gin And my blood run numb where my veins at So I don't feel no ways when they say that I'm a good for nothing waste of fucking space First to lose is taking second place Shots of booze and blunts I take to face Keep a pill or two for just in case Ay And I don't even really want fame, all I came here for is the cash, hey Ash from the blunts, on my dash with your bitch in my lap And my hands on my stacks, hey I'm tryna find my grip it keeps slipping I'm tryna cool you down you keep tripping but You taught me how to ball bounce And the way things go 'til I calm down And the way the sky look when it fall down With the motherfucking homies and we all down, yea I don't do it by the books, I just do me Known to kick a little something like Bruce Lee I need two M's She got two D's I need both hoes Like a two piece Working with a little paper like loose leaf Smoking boof weed Little two skeed Dog I'm about to fuck around and have a mood swing And bring a little something that the youth need I see the world for what it really is I won't take too long, don't need too much just a little bit I started thinking I'm convinced that I'm an idiot Don't ask for too much Don't take too long just a little bit Just a little bit Ooh-ooh, oooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Noah Kimball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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