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Darnell Quincy Lindsay
Darnell Quincy Lindsay
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There's no better place I'd rather be than in your arms
Holdin' you close to me
Uh, yeah
Soon as I walk in, I got 'em runnin' for hugs (They comin')
I gotta stop usin' Percs, these bitches fallin' in love (Gotta stop, man)
I'm a get-money ****, girl, I'm far from a thug (Far from a thug)
But if a **** got a problem, we gon' send him above (We gon' send that **** up)
Said I love you, I was lyin', I be trippin' off drugs (I be trippin', I'm sorry)
My mama been stopped cryin', she just pray for her son (Yeah)
She know what I'ma do, she know I'ma bring it home (I'ma get it)
Shit, even if she don't, I'ma still get it done, **** (I'ma still get it done)
Still havin' fun, eatin' off my last run (Yup)
I ain't like them other **** takin' pictures with guns
That ain't me, that's your type, baby girl, I'm a smooth **** (I'm a smooth ****)
Boy tough as hell, look at me, bitch, my jewels bigger
Loved by the OGs, you fakin' if you hatin' (Fakin')
Put my chain on your bitch, you want a picture? Let me take it (Cheese)
1942 straight with no chaser (Yeah)
She ain't wanna fuck, but the diamonds on me made her, ****
Soon as I walk in, I got 'em runnin' for hugs (They comin')
I gotta stop usin' Percs, these bitches fallin' in love (I gotta stop, man)
I'm a get-money ****, girl, I'm far from a thug (Far from a thug)
But if a **** got a problem, we gon' send him above (We gon' send him above)
Said I love you, I was lyin', I be trippin' off drugs (I be trippin', I'm sorry)
My mama been stopped cryin', she just pray for her son (Uh-huh)
She know what I'ma do, she know I'ma bring it home (Yeah)
Shit, even if she don't, I'ma still get it done, **** (I'ma still get it done)
Young ****, used to run to the hood
Hangin' 'round anybody, I'm just thinkin' they cool (Young ****)
Growin' up, realized they ain't doin' what they rap (Cap-ass ****)
**** can't fuck with me and they know that that's a fact, ayy (****)
Whole winter, hidin' racks in my dresser (Yeah)
My sister never told, when I'm home, I'm gon' bless her (Cam)
Hoes switched up, now I wouldn't even text 'em (Fuck 'em)
World on my shoulders had a young **** stressin'
Ain't know how I was gon' do it, seen the pain in my face
Lift they eyes up, they seen me on the 'Gram with that cake
At least a light band, used to make that every day (Facts)
Used to grab lil' jobs 'til I started makin' plays (I ain't lyin')
Everything I say, they'll tell you I ain't lyin' (They'll tell you)
Who else you know take the city over without tryin'?
Out of town with model bitches, they just want me 'cause I'm poppin' (Facts)
Laughin' at you **** droppin' hearts in they comments (Lame-ass ****)
Nineteen, Magic City, pocket full of that shit (Full of that shit)
Paid extra to get in, then I flooded that bitch (I flooded that bitch)
Pulled up white 'Vette, threw valet the keys (I did)
They can tell by a young **** swag, I'm from the D (Bitch)
Soon as I walk in, I got 'em runnin' for hugs (Got 'em comin')
I gotta stop usin' Percs, these bitches fallin' in love (These bitches fallin' in love)
I'm a get-money ****, girl, I'm far from a thug (I'm far from a thug)
But if a **** got a problem, we gon' send him above (We gon' send that **** up)
Said I love you, I was lyin', I be trippin' off drugs (I be trippin', baby)
My mama been stopped cryin', she just pray for her son (She just pray for me)
She know what I'ma do, she know I'ma bring it home (She know I'ma get it)
Shit, even if she don't, I'ma still get it done, ****
Written by: Darnell Quincy Lindsay
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