Specific Shordie Shordie (Ft. Blxst)
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[Intro: Shordie Shordie]
You be bein' too specific, I guess I'm comin' with you
She said it wasn't it, but it was somethin' to you
No time I got, for real, so I'm just stuck in a room
Think that I'm trippin' goin' on
[Verse 1: Shordie Shordie]
Like I don't wanna be rememberin' you without you rememberin' me
Forget how we started, without rememberin' we
I had to pop out like magic, can see it's tragic
Catch it, I gotta stretch ya, come see you, fetch it
East Atlanta Fall, and we got cocaina, boss
She here touchin', now she got it, she got cocaina goals
Type to hold a gun, you never holdin' one
You not the only one holdin' some
Really the only one, feel like the chosen one
Winnin' how I'm winnin', how you think I'm finna lose?
Me, I keep it simple, doin' too much, you a fool
Gave you so many chances, you fucked it up, started to
Like what you doing with them bitches?
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie & Blxst]
You be bein' too specific, I guess I'm comin' with you
She said it wasn't it, but it was somethin' to you
No time I got, for real, so I'm just stuck in a room
Thinkin' I'm trippin' goin' on, like I don't wanna be rollin'
Respondin', I don't wanna be phonin'
Surprised me by the round when we smokin'
Touchin' everything and you chokin'
With me holdin' onto you (Yeah)
You be bein' too specific, I guess I'm comin' with you
She said it wasn't it, but it was somethin' to you
No time I got, for real, so I'm just stuck in a room
Think that I'm trippin' goin' on
[Verse 1: Shordie Shordie]
Like I don't wanna be rememberin' you without you rememberin' me
Forget how we started, without rememberin' we
I had to pop out like magic, can see it's tragic
Catch it, I gotta stretch ya, come see you, fetch it
East Atlanta Fall, and we got cocaina, boss
She here touchin', now she got it, she got cocaina goals
Type to hold a gun, you never holdin' one
You not the only one holdin' some
Really the only one, feel like the chosen one
Winnin' how I'm winnin', how you think I'm finna lose?
Me, I keep it simple, doin' too much, you a fool
Gave you so many chances, you fucked it up, started to
Like what you doing with them bitches?
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie & Blxst]
You be bein' too specific, I guess I'm comin' with you
She said it wasn't it, but it was somethin' to you
No time I got, for real, so I'm just stuck in a room
Thinkin' I'm trippin' goin' on, like I don't wanna be rollin'
Respondin', I don't wanna be phonin'
Surprised me by the round when we smokin'
Touchin' everything and you chokin'
With me holdin' onto you (Yeah)
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