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R. Crawford
词曲作者
歌词
Nah, baby, I get it, I really do
It's just something you can't understand, I expect that
It breaks my heart that the summer's over, you know
But so are we
Look
She wanna ride the wave, she a brush
You gotta chill, my bitch in here, you doing too much
She tryna shoot her shot like Damian Lillard, just keep it buck
Her **** act like he ball, he a lie, he a self-check, **** with us
Got the fullies behind me, peroxide, chillin' deep in the cut
Heathens and gang members, shiesty'd up, blicky tucked
I'm tryna keep some peace in this bitch, my **** tryna stick it up
Told my mom I'm gon' be rich, don't worry, just wish me luck
New York City red carpet, paparazzi flicking up
Mansion party with the famous broad, tryna rizz her up
Had a few **** jump ship on me, I can't dwell
It ain't no life jackets tell them pussy **** drown in hell
Still setting sail with two middle fingers in the air
I used to wait on a peace of mind every day like the mail
Troubles weigh a **** down like a Libra scale
Keep going, Velli, keep going
She wanna ride the wave, she a brush
You gotta chill, my bitch in here, doing too much
She tryna shoot her shot like Damian Lillard, just keep it a buck
Her **** act like he ball, he a lie, he a self-check, **** with us
We in the club, all these bitches on deck, yeah, yeah
She don't like when I'm out with the guys, and I know you pretty
But if you ain't with it, hell, now you can't hop in this ride
Like, send me to Addie, cause I'm tryna slide
She a freak, I can tell in her eyes, Angel in public
A slut in disguise, like, I'm tryna see how it look from behind
And she tryna hop in the Rover, fuck all the talking, just bend that shit over
Wanna fuck, I ain't looking for closure
I'm in the trap, selling out of the doja
Flip a P, do it over and over
This ain't luck, I ain't talking no clover
I'm the one put the block on my shoulders
When its war I stood tall like a soldier
Dripped in Givenchy, shit a little tipsy, brought a friend too
Wanna get with me, dancing in the pussy, make me hit the gritty
She a bird, like she out of Philly
**** talking hot, get in with the switchy
Do you bad, boy, I ain't talking diddy
Do you bad, boy, I ain't talking diddy
She want a **** to cash out
She ain't never spent nights in a trap house
I ain't never been the type, ****, crash out
All these pounds, when you smell it, you pass out
Chiropractor, I'm blowing her back out
Shark membership, **** can't try out
Take your bitch and now she wanna fly out
Now you a erased like white out
She wanna ride the wave she a brush
You gotta chill, my bitch ain't here
You Doing too much
She tryna shoot her shot like Damian Lillard
Just keep it buck
Her **** act like he ball, he a lie, he a self-check
**** with us
Written by: R. Crawford
