Lyrics

I think this vino got the best of me Two hands swerving out the SUV I hope my enemies get to see All this life that was meant for me Two hands... Swerving but I'm cruising Blurred vision Got me seeing colors like Toucan Green light Baby Im on go I'ma shoot Like I'm Rambo Ima shoot I got ammo That's ammunition Put me on a milk carton Baby I'm the man you missing That's cheesy, pasteurized Ask your pastor I'm One hell of a guy Wait What the hell am I telling ya Picking up what you putting down I'm smelling ya Meaning you the one that Cut the Wait Thought we was passed that Roll up, pass gas like we in Baghdad I think this vino got the best of me Two hands swerving out the SUV I hope my enemies get to see All this life that was meant for me One glass Two glasses Make it three Four glasses This red got the best of me Five, six glasses After seven I should sleep But I'm blowing up ya phone tryna see if we could link I'm like "what you on" "where you at" She hit me back like "leave me 'lone" "I know you trashed" I'm toxic baby you not wrong This is facts What the say about opposites? Ha they attract See You and me like USA and Iraq Shoulda stayed but I Ran like it was track I was tryna play the field, be a Mac You pulled a David Copperfield, disappearing act Now come back Cause I... Think this vino got the best of me Two hands swerving out the SUV I hope my enemies get to see All this life that was meant for me
Writer(s): Peter Adediran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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