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Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
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Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
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Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
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Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
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Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
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Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
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She get a lil' thought, if somethin' happen, he won't run his mouth She get a lil' thought, if somethin' happen (J-J-J-J-JR) That nigga Steph in the door and he don't even know it (he in there) But she gon' keep it professional, she can't even show it (she low) He doin' everythin' right, just gotta keep it goin' (keep it goin') And Mike want some updates, nigga low-key annoyin' (Shut up) Steph thinkin' like, "It ain't time to give him the real He buttered her up now it's time to go in for the kill" Fuck thе bet, at this point he doin' this shit for the thrill School ovеr, she leavin', he 'bout to get on her heels He like, "Miss Evans, you 'bout to drop me off to where I stay at" Kinda turnt her on 'cause he told her and ain't ask He playin' games with her, she ain't trippin' she gon' play back Like, "Okay I'll drop you off at home, Mr. Maybach" (I got you) Steph like, "How was your day?" "It was cool, how was yours?" He like, "Better now that I'm with you" She like, "Boy, you a baby, what I'm gon' do with you?" Steph like, "Girl, stop it you only baby here is you, but you my baby Niggas try to hollar at you, tell 'em that that spot taken" Then he put his hand in her panties, got her thighs shakin' She like, "Boy knock it off, you must want me to drive crazy" (I'm tryna see you ride crazy) what? But she ain't stoppin', he kept goin, she started cummin' (he in there) Miss Evans trippin', she goin' against her better judgement (she on it) She look at Steph like, "Lil' nigga, you better not say nothin'" He like, "Bet" She pull over, they start fuckin' (it's up) He got her gushin', givin' it to her, and she love it (she love it) They goin' crazy (crazy), must've forgot they was in public (in public) But she ain't trippin' (trippin'), she know Steph ain't gon' say nothin' (quiet) She turned around, gave Steph everythin' he wanted, and they came at the same time (damn) Steph whispered in her ear, "You like that thing mine" (She know that) She drop him off, he call Mike like, "Nigga game time (o-one, nigga) You lost a bet, fuck tomorrow, send my change now, nigga" (send that bread nigga) Mike said, "You cappin'" Steph like, "Give me a second, I'm finna send a video, nigga, look at this message" He get the video, first thing he seen was Miss Evans She throwin' it back, they goin' crazy in the Lexus Mike like, "Dawg, ayy, bro, I'm 'bout to CashApp you no cap, bro, you the G.O.A.T." (Goated) Steph like, "Delete it, brodie, can't nobody know" Mike like, "You already know, it's already gone" (I got you) Time pass, Steph and Miss Evans still fuckin' 'round Mike kinda jealous, she made him look like a fuckin' clown (look stupid) Her and Steph all lovey-dovey now Mike get his phone and he see they tellin' each other, "I love you" now (damn) Mike see her in class like, "Hey, beautiful" She like, "Mike, not today" He like, "What I do to you? Before you answer, look at this video of you and dude Now if you don't let me fuck, I'm gon' ruin you" Steph walk in and see her cryin', "What's goin' on?" (What's wrong?) Mike like, "I just showed this bitch that video" (What?) Steph swing on him instantly like, "Nigga, you a ho" (bitch-ass) Threw another one and missed, Mike slammed him on the floor (Boom) Teachers rush in like, "Stop, break it up, what's goin' on?" Mike like, "Miss Evans, tell 'em why we fightin', let 'em know" Teachers like, "Miss Evans, why they goin' crazy throwin' blows?" Mike did 'em both, showed the teachers what was in his phone Seven months later, Miss Evans locked up with a open case Mike and Steph changed schools, they can't even show they face Every night, Steph prayin' for her, hopin' she okay She gon' be out, they gon' be good, he gon' keep the faith She wrote a letter she like, "Steph I hope you doin' great Why you send that video? You did me wrong, bae" But listen, I ain't gon' say too much 'cause ain't too much to say These people gave me 20 years for statutory rape I wish this was all a dream and somebody could wake me Two decades a long time, I don't think I'ma make it I ain't plan on talkin' to you no more 'cause you played it crazy But I think you deserve to know I'm pregnant with yo' baby" (damn)
Writer(s): Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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