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Lyfe Harris
Lyfe Harris
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Lyfe Harris
Lyfe Harris
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Lyfe Harris
Lyfe Harris
Producer
Corey Cohen
Corey Cohen
Producer

Lyrics

It could go down at any minute Tryna stack it to the ceiling we ain't planning on falling When It's all getting hectic I just hope you answer whenever I'm calling Oh be my medicine yeah Got rid of that feeling now It's back again yeah I need you bad I would do anything for it All in the Jag and she get wetter than Florida But my heart so froze need a Moncler on it The chains still shines even when It's not sunny I flew her out just so she can thaw it out for me I know that she's with it She's a bad bitch she's from Nagoya I know that she's a real rider, just like Winona And she gon' keeping soaking for me, like Yokohama She telling me It's for life, my Yoko Ono (oh yeah baby) But I can never be for sure Playing with her pussy at the light on Figueroa I've been on the run I got a price tag on me A lotta stress on me and I just need a cure Oh be my medicine yeah Got rid of that feeling now It's back again yeah I need you bad I would do anything for it All in the Jag and she get wetter than Florida When she's gone It gets hard to sleep Killers in the streets they been on the creep It's already twelve and I'm in the VIP And I might do the dash I got enemies Hit the gas like Ricky Bobby Every single night I treat it just like talladega Don't make me go kamikaze Turn it straight to Hiroshima, how you wanna take it I got a fair warning or three For all these niggas on the daily saying they're coming for me I told them I won't go down easy you can't roll over me 'Cause in this city shit gets crazy I won't die lonely Just so you know, I got killers on call Tank is full but they don't need just like it's Adderall I've been sliding down the coast with a price tag on me A lotta stress on me and you always take it off Oh be my medicine yeah Got rid of that feeling now It's back again yeah I need you bad I would do anything for it All in the Jag and she get wetter than Florida When she's gone It gets hard to sleep Killers in the street they been on the creep It's already twelve and I'm in the VIP And I might do the dash I got enemies
Writer(s): Josh Harris, Tyson Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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