Fit In Dasgasdom3
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[Intro]
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh)
Or is it just a hit-and-run? (Look)
Ayy, we've got a good-
[Verse 1]
Ain't tryna fit in with you niggas (At all)
I'm tryna stack up my money up to the ceiling, like (To the ceiling)
Ain't really feeling any of you niggas (Any of y'all)
Talking on the net, but in when person you get to [?], like
[?] in the city I'm traveling across the coast (Across the coast, ooh)
You told me get out my feelings, now you say I do the most (Do the most, ooh)
Like, How you wanted me happy but ain't helped me at my lowest? (At my lowest)
Can never catching me sleeping, this choppa knocking out souls
[Verse 2]
Popping out with my niggas, we all getting to the [?] (To the [?])
Riding 'round with that blicky in case they think this shit is sweet, yeah (Sweet, yeah)
Set my dick in season, the way she apply this meat, yeah
LeBron out with his heat, yeah, my niggas playing defense
Gotta get in my bag, ain't tryna kick it with no hoe (With no hoe)
Say my music ain't for me, but we'll just see how that shit go (How that shit go)
Never cared about my feelings so there is no reason I should care for you
You love me how you love me, I'ma show you that I don't (That I don't)
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh)
Or is it just a hit-and-run? (Look)
Ayy, we've got a good-
[Verse 1]
Ain't tryna fit in with you niggas (At all)
I'm tryna stack up my money up to the ceiling, like (To the ceiling)
Ain't really feeling any of you niggas (Any of y'all)
Talking on the net, but in when person you get to [?], like
[?] in the city I'm traveling across the coast (Across the coast, ooh)
You told me get out my feelings, now you say I do the most (Do the most, ooh)
Like, How you wanted me happy but ain't helped me at my lowest? (At my lowest)
Can never catching me sleeping, this choppa knocking out souls
[Verse 2]
Popping out with my niggas, we all getting to the [?] (To the [?])
Riding 'round with that blicky in case they think this shit is sweet, yeah (Sweet, yeah)
Set my dick in season, the way she apply this meat, yeah
LeBron out with his heat, yeah, my niggas playing defense
Gotta get in my bag, ain't tryna kick it with no hoe (With no hoe)
Say my music ain't for me, but we'll just see how that shit go (How that shit go)
Never cared about my feelings so there is no reason I should care for you
You love me how you love me, I'ma show you that I don't (That I don't)
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