Took some time, I got my shit straight
All alone, I got a big dread
Yeah, let's do it, shout out Lotto, too
You know what I’m sayin'? That's the perfect beat for me to demonstrate on
Let me do it in your motherfuckin’ band, girl
Yeah, took some time, I got my shit straight
All alone, but got a big dread
14 songs on the 27th, how the fuck is this a mixtape?
I've been tryin' to vibe to these other rappers' music, baby, but I just can't
I appreciate the ones who held it down for me, fuck the other ones who didn't wait
You know me, I drop my nuts, I never pick thеm up, I drag them cross the bitch face
Now thеm niggas gotta see me now
Used to wonder why that nigga always lookin' funny every time he see me, yeah
Caught his girlfriend watchin' Baby on the TV, tried to throw the TV out
I guess Buddy got a anger problem
He found out that I been thinkin’ bout you
He must not know that you been hangin’ around me
Your sweet as syrup, call your ancient mama
I'ma pay the black church to take you and your girls home so you can take the bottle
Drink that shit until it’s over with
I just told the driver, call me when you in the house, say, because I know it's lit
Askin' me, am I gon' be there later?
Uh-uh, baby girl, I’ll see you later
All alone, I got a big dread
Yeah, let's do it, shout out Lotto, too
You know what I’m sayin'? That's the perfect beat for me to demonstrate on
Let me do it in your motherfuckin’ band, girl
Yeah, took some time, I got my shit straight
All alone, but got a big dread
14 songs on the 27th, how the fuck is this a mixtape?
I've been tryin' to vibe to these other rappers' music, baby, but I just can't
I appreciate the ones who held it down for me, fuck the other ones who didn't wait
You know me, I drop my nuts, I never pick thеm up, I drag them cross the bitch face
Now thеm niggas gotta see me now
Used to wonder why that nigga always lookin' funny every time he see me, yeah
Caught his girlfriend watchin' Baby on the TV, tried to throw the TV out
I guess Buddy got a anger problem
He found out that I been thinkin’ bout you
He must not know that you been hangin’ around me
Your sweet as syrup, call your ancient mama
I'ma pay the black church to take you and your girls home so you can take the bottle
Drink that shit until it’s over with
I just told the driver, call me when you in the house, say, because I know it's lit
Askin' me, am I gon' be there later?
Uh-uh, baby girl, I’ll see you later
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