Your Way BIGBABYGUCCI
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[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what it be like? Yeah, you know what it be like
Uh, you know what it be like, ayy
[Chorus]
Like a piano, we moving keys
Bet I drop down on my enemies
Know you just hate when I go away
Like a pistol, you my throwaway
Roll up the gas, and we blow away
BK, you have this shit your way
When I said some real shit, you just switch up the topic
Would you fuck with me, baby, if you had the option?
Had to tell 'em, "Don’t mind us"
We be arguing in the diners
No, there ain’t shit for them to see
I spent 14 on my VV’s
So my heart a little colder now
Lame shit got older now
I needed more now
Masked up, I’ll go now
[Verse]
Yeah that was back then
Still a' fuck your friend
And your boyfriend a bitch
He ain't even on shit
Steady stalking, man, that nigga's a poser
Seven hundred horses inside the motor
Love my little baby, vanilla mocha
Ain’t no sleeping, we just fuck on the sofa
Speaking to your mind, but this ain’t philosophy
Got your body, all I need is your honesty
Even when I’m drunk, I handle responsibly
That boy not hot as me
Talkin', I shot his knee
I’m rocking Prada jeans
I’m serving dope, and not caring about a fiend
She trying to smoke my dope, it's not ten a G
I’m in the open, I swear ain't no holding me
Fresh out the cell, man, I swear ain't no slowing me
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what it be like? Yeah, you know what it be like
Uh, you know what it be like, ayy
[Chorus]
Like a piano, we moving keys
Bet I drop down on my enemies
Know you just hate when I go away
Like a pistol, you my throwaway
Roll up the gas, and we blow away
BK, you have this shit your way
When I said some real shit, you just switch up the topic
Would you fuck with me, baby, if you had the option?
Had to tell 'em, "Don’t mind us"
We be arguing in the diners
No, there ain’t shit for them to see
I spent 14 on my VV’s
So my heart a little colder now
Lame shit got older now
I needed more now
Masked up, I’ll go now
[Verse]
Yeah that was back then
Still a' fuck your friend
And your boyfriend a bitch
He ain't even on shit
Steady stalking, man, that nigga's a poser
Seven hundred horses inside the motor
Love my little baby, vanilla mocha
Ain’t no sleeping, we just fuck on the sofa
Speaking to your mind, but this ain’t philosophy
Got your body, all I need is your honesty
Even when I’m drunk, I handle responsibly
That boy not hot as me
Talkin', I shot his knee
I’m rocking Prada jeans
I’m serving dope, and not caring about a fiend
She trying to smoke my dope, it's not ten a G
I’m in the open, I swear ain't no holding me
Fresh out the cell, man, I swear ain't no slowing me
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