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Tyler Bailey
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Tyler Bailey
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Lyrics
Yeah ****, bumpin come with me to hell you wanna feel the same
Mista do not play around with his fuckin name
It's still Ms in all my pictures fuck a corporate pose
I get her going, then I dip I tell her grab the rose
These **** balling just so they can get they neck froze
Or to double back on bitches that played them before
These bitches get exposed then they start a only fans
Babygirl that man a creep and you know that's ya only fan
Baby you ain't gotta lie I'm not ya only man's
Therefore imma wear a rubber you know hoes got plans
Bitches getting pregnant just to trauma bond with friends
You can't resonate with me we ain't even close
I do this shit for all the **** tryna shit on folks
Don't say you love me, do some snake shit tryna call it jokes
This a sign to keep it moving, can't go out like that
The window closed for a min, but I made it crack
In doing it my way can't nobody say they really put me on
Can't fixate my mind on a bitch cuz hoes hate to be alone
Shit can get hideous when you out here tryna do the things you do
But you know them **** wasn't really fuckin with you
You know you can't come In the club
if you ain't never threw the fin ball on the dub
**** pillow talking cuz they women wanna hang w us
You wasn't outside when we was fake acting like thugs
Incrimination crazy imma stop that cuz I was getting lazy
Flow is kinda
Flow is kinda mf hazy
Hat is still to the front to hide the high behind my eyes
If you still on my side you know we won't collide
You know we won't collide
I feel like ion say it enough so give my thanks to god
Racing in the rain meet my loved ones in the sky
We turnin this mf crunk shit up a notch
You back pedaling on words you do that a lot
Don't stir the pot if you can't stand heat in the cocina
In the main one in this bitch don't need co star
**** got to jumpin out the car before we hit the highway
That shit OV
A couple **** tried to leave me lonely
Free my **** coming out from the under
You really thought you could hold me
Really thought I was going huh, you really thought you could hoe me
Swisher sweet cremator
Eyelids drop off the bud crop
Back to back I smoked 1000 blunts
I just can't stop
Surfing, tryna resurface
**** lurkin
Bitches hurting
Cuz I'm working
Oh I'm certain
Written by: Tyler Bailey