歌词

Hey babe I miss you Wait, what? You are crazy I mean, I'm ready when you are Stunt when I walk through My baby don't jump for no come through's I'm blunt when I want you Hit once quick runtz I could talk to Think I'm capping, bitch, I don't have friends She got on Rag pants, it's from her last man Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin That ain't my business, I ain't asking I know you want a nigga with his head screwed fully on Lay the outfit on the bed 'fore I put it on If I bring her through I got my friends yelling, "Put me on" If you let her go and then I get it then it's good as gone I say Same choppa, just a different issue And I don't like the way the nigga did you It's only right to make the split official Is if you take it with you Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga I don't like the way he texting ya .44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha In broad day, in broad day light I'm popping but I might just take a picture, ayo I'm single but I might just do it witcha, ayo My choppa but she cock it like she miss it, ayo My profit but I might get her the Richard, ayo Stamped for me, she run them bands for me And now she wanna throw this G-Lock in her 'Gram story Couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it Two pointers, niggas do me foul then we can shoot for it Ayy, I'd die for the guys Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes Take a nigga watch, don't die for the ice Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mm-hmm You ain't pay her no mind, nigga You was flexing knowing that she mine, nigga And she was running that shit back to my nigga And we got you lined nigga Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga I don't like the way he texting ya .44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha In broad day, in broad daylight (Oh, wait, you were serious?)
Writer(s): Julio Angel Fernandez, Enoch Armani Tolbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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