[Verse 1] I'm addied up, add it up I just ate a plate for breakfast Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklace Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous 'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates Driving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph Mix it in a potion like a science That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet Cause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dying The shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas Cause my life too private, my ride too private My flight too private, my shows so riot My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city to the fall Then it's time for me to fly her I got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet
[Hook] And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it (x4) Baby girl, you know what I like Maybe you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like...
[Verse 2] Don't be mad, let her get hers Don't be mad, let her get hers She make her own luck She don't give a fuck She trying to have fun Take a break from the love Man, your girl so bad, let me get her Your girl so bad, let me get her I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk On call to the fall, he can like it or not Nigga, back the fuck up If you ain’t with me, motherfucker, you against me If you ain’t complimenting, nigga, you offending I been out here last year wasting hella time XO is the only time invested Them Fall shows every year like a birthday And I’mma do it every year in my birthplace And I ain’t been this gone since Thursday I never said that I’d be sober in the first place
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[Verse 3] Baby girl, you know what I like Maybe you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like... I just passed that liqour fell off stage I just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I’m attached to nobody I been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me Shout my nigga Doc, that’s a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now the word out that we back on Some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they packaged Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO, mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This is my sound, nigga, fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that pussy mine for the next three months ‘Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen Street, nigga, making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to "The Boy" broke bread on tour Man, it’s all love now Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo But ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of, all of All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
