Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my blue top, yeah Damn you just completely reminded me (reminded me) When you're leaving they feeling some kinda way Oh hell, here we go again, I'm just tryna stay alive Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young nigga tone two Glocks, yeah
I just wanna hold your had, sip me some Champagne, love, that's it, you heard?
Suckers for love, yes, I've heard it before Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source Stumble through the boutiques, always watching my step Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, I sign them myself Trust is a must, never letting you down Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child Won't answer my calls after I gave you my all Before I shed a tear, I thought I'd just write you a song Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite you a poem Knowing you're leaving but the question is, "Where are you going?"
Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah
Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta Bags and boots, baby girl wanted those big things Parking lot in magic City, said she was sixteen Don't let them stop you baby, they can't knock you baby When you winning is when they wanna say she not a lady Hold your bag in the sky, all those bitches respect it Now run home to your nigga, make sure that head is perfected Never seeking acceptance, reaping my blessings Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan If the pussy good it's hard to stay and on Twitter If you want it, she ain't got it, get on your job nigga
Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, floor niggas shooting through your rooftop Who got popped, young nigga tone two Glocks, yeah
Your opinion, I don't care And my niggas we show up and it ain't fair Killing these niggas for real Shades on but my vision's so clear And I do this for my niggas that ain't here Tell me 'bout I got two bad bitches to myself, oh And I can't wait to get alone She playing games with you, probably cause she with me nigga It ain't 'bout the fame dog, it's about the figures niggas
Baby we can get lifted any time of day (Cause the drugs baby) Cause the drugs get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah) Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot Two bad bitches blowing smoke on my blue top, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
