When the last time ya had som

Sweet

If I had to guess I bet it wasn’t sweet as me uh

I know you prolly think I’m full myself just to step between ya ladies and talk about me.

I can tell ya spent some money

On ya toes and some money on ya clothes

just to gettem on the floo

Bet you was thinking that I’d walk a mile for ya,

But let me break ya heart and try and reconcile with you

She said she from the 9

And wants to study culture

abroad

Ain’t never left her home

(Now where the b@#$% goin)

She’s never Savin grace

Or Savin face

She ain’t with them hoes

And I can’t tell if she’s knows where this all goes

And it’s Time

It gets a hold of all of usss

And every-time I try to do the same thing

It’s just always has me wanting more

And I’ve never felt content before

You can hide behind all the ambition

The cookin in the kitchen,

And policial division uh

The way that you been talking to me tell me

Daddy’s little girl never had work for nothing

Ain’t that something

Grip ya clutch tell your friends we gotta place to be

Freaky friend got us tickets to the v I p

Finna hit the knit for a grip

After hours in the city

lax shoulders

Come on take a HIT

Ray bans in the club

Trend setta

Shots from the bottle

Harsh burn no chasa

It’s a party over here

Next to Gonzaga

Shout to Timmie maybe he can show me that jumper

I ain’t drizzy but her Pu$$y calling my name

And I’m living in the moment and I know that time change things

To young to be feelin this old