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Mic, mic check, one, two Gyal wanna check man, not check you, you Check, check Wanna check man, not you You, you, you, you Wanna check man, not you You, you, you, you You Don't, don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Don't, don't take it, no Don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Keep on loving on Uh, mic check, mic check She holding my hood on cam, that's mic check If she got JuJu 'gina, I'm whipped Might sex like a demon child, but I'm blessed North side nigga, got miles in my ends Ain't no good girl in a bad circle of friends Shorty wanna ride, made her hip-hop again Might pop in the chart, but I'm grime in the bed Yeah, mic check, it's A Letras de cancionesGo to The Shard for our first date Hit the bando door with a barricade And the crack so good, need an accolade, uh Mic check, twenty-nine Rent that bitch face like Enterprise She just wanna cuddle when it's beddy time But I told her, "Babe, right now it's not teddy time" Uh, mic check, it's S Gave her the sex, she said she feel it in her chest Can you handle the fame? You know you're fucking with a star When you're fucking with me, they talk about you in the press Took a little time just to get it together Better late then never Matching Alyx hoodies for the rainy weather Lost count how many times I broke your heart I'm tryna make it better, you know Don't, don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Keep on loving (You, you, you, you) Don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Keep on loving I've been waiting just like seven days so I can taste it, taste it And she asking, "Can you fill me in to Craig David, David?" I was surprised she sucked me so good with her braces And I told her, "I'm a monster, baby, can you face it?" Ayy, she cut me off, now we talk again That pussy wet, it pours, it rains Seattle Gold my collection of rose But I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain Sweet tooth gyally wanna top this boy In her mouth, say it's sweet like chocolate, boy Celibate boy, chop this boy Please don't turn me on Tell the DJ rewind In the club doing the champagne dance, gold chain and the gold card won't decline Yeah, we're rich, rich, rich, had to say it three times Uh, all these runway pieces, ain't enough time for me to wear the shit Yeah, we're getting to the bag, getting money forever Tryna find a good girl I can share it with, you know? Don't, don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Keep on loving (You, you, you, you) Don't, don't take it personal Don't take it, no Keep on loving Had to dash, you know we crashed, I'm moving forward Realised you're not the guy, I'm over you, yeah No more titles, not entitled, moving forward Had to dash, you know we crashed, I'm over you (You, you, you, you) From Letras Mania