Lyrics

Southwood CDC
I love me enough for the both of us She thinks I only want her body
Her mind and soul belongs with me There's no place she'd rather be
So won't you vibe, vibe with me Till the stars and moon will go
So come and ride, say ride with me Ooh, no steady direction, pedal to the floor
She in love with my vibe, she know I'm that guy My name tattered on her neck
Been in hell and back, shoot ass and shit Only way out is death
She fell in love with a shooter, threw your weight Flip his body in the money
Buried him and his partner right next to each other
Together just like a duet I got that check and broke bad with my brothers
Spent the rest on more guns than my lawyers She bitchin' bout me, makin' no time
I'm out here busy, tryna get this money I'm on the road, tryna get paid
I love my opps six feet in the grave Or on a shirt, or on a frame
AOA gang, either get eight I love me enough for the both of us
She thinks I only want her body Her mind and soul belongs with me
There's no place she'd rather be So won't you vibe, vibe with me
To the stars and moon we'll go So come and ride, say ride with me
Ooh, no steady direction, pedal to the floor
She know that I'm that **** And I be gettin' paid
Ain't really got no time To try be gettin' laid
And plus these hoes ain't shit Learned that at early age
I put it on my momma We workin' like a slave
I ain't got no job I already know that I work block
I put love, she hop in All she gotta do is watch for the cops
And she see this big 50 Ain't gotta worry, that's for the opps
And she know I throw it on fire Like that **** D. Aaron Fox
I was stuck at the bottom Got tired of the bottom
So a **** started climbin' to the top Young **** pushin' that pack
Just broke my scale Got too much weight on the clock
Plus I'm that **** that your baby daddy really wanna be
That's why he this on the fire **** play with the gang, that's like suicide
Keep makin' sure that **** do not survive I'ma take it to the five and put you on game
Bitch, I'm a boss, ain't shit like Elaine She say I get a high without Mary Jane
We can splurge at the mall and buy everything She want her ring, but I'm married to the game
Real dog **** fuckin' bitches with the gang Real solid **** that swear to my name
But I can hold it down if you can do the sign
I love me enough for the both of us She thinks I only want her body
Yeah
Her mind and soul belongs with me
Yeah, there's no place she'd rather be
Ooh, so won't you vibe
Written by: Austin Dibiase, James Henry Hunter IV
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