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Featuring Mae & Rico Love I ain't tryina put a bunch of pressure on you or nothing but umm I don’t even drink champagne Shimone Whutchu think all of this is for? Turn the lights on So tell your home girl you gon be alright You’ll make your way to my room I’m pretty sure they’ll hate on me tonight But it’s cool, cuz we gon do the things that grownups do Harlem in the house, Harlem in the house Harlem in the house, yea Harlem in the house I could be your lover, bove it all be multi facit I could do anything with you, whatever ask it I could just hood, if you want me switch it up Now I could sure that them booty don’t come mix it up I could make you feel as if I’m the only stick as is I could keep a job mommy I could work a shift I could bring you sippin all the juice if you really sip Or I could put a rose in my mouth and bring a gift I want you off the hook for good, I want you on your feet I want you to be everything you thought you couldn’t see Letras de cancionesI want you mommy free like a dolphin in the sea I want your intimacy, look into me and see Come on, you know them hits from top 40 Got my hicky walky talkie Girl these whack shits bore me You the only shorty for me Don’t say what you won’t do Cuz these hours are reserved for grownups And it’s been a lot of money spent because of you At this time of night The only thing left to do Is tell your home girl you gon be alright You’ll make your way to my room I’m pretty sure they’ll hate on me tonight But it’s cool, cuz we gon do the things that grownups do Boss in the house, BX in the house French Montana, coke boys in the house Hold up, slow up feds roll up Niggas starving, coke boys and the girls doing donuts 30000 over there, 30 models over there When you talk about feet, 30000 in the air I’m a coke boy, she come second to the blow Gotta bring her back, she won’t love me when I’m broke Versace Dom, feel free you like shocking huh? 60 seconds or less and I’ll be gone Hundred karats on my piece, I promise I’ll never lease I’m married to the streets so I’m carried off the streets ha I’m not the one to have you order this sign Keeping it 100, hundred thousand dollar piece on I get low on blocks, niggas go police on And when them bands pop I don’t need a refund Don’t say what you won’t do Cuz these hours are reserved for grownups And it’s been a lot of money spent because of you At this time of night The only thing left to do Is tell your home girl you gon be alright You’ll make your way to my room I’m pretty sure they’ll hate on me tonight But it’s cool, cuz we gon do the things that grownups do The millest in this bitch, I’m the prezzie ho Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though Rico Love, we ain’t even know you could rap She said you let me in your section and you could tap Hundred bottles in the club, you could Google that Last nigga on the fuckin globe, check Google Maps Lame at the bar but your girl up in here And I think she wanna show me her le pearl of Brazil Yea, a fuck nigga’s worst nightmare Fuck a bad bitch, I’m only paying flight fare These hoes telling mane go and get the jury form Poster pictures on the web, with your jury on Tryina kill a nigga by, word to kindred My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries The kind of name that it never hurts to mention The size of my tip, you say you’re my invention Don’t say what you won’t do (she crazy out here man) Cuz these hours are reserved for grownups (these hoes bringing all the rules man) And it’s been a lot of money spent because of you (you hear me French?) At this time of night (I see you murda) (ain’t stopping nothing though) (we know it is) The only thing left to do (Shout to Erman E, Division 1, Mac & Cheese 3) Is tell your home girl you gon be alright You’ll make your way to my room I’m pretty sure they’ll hate on me tonight But it’s cool, cuz we gon do the things that grownups do From Letras Mania