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Featuring J. Cole & K. Quick Prod by Ced (Bridge) Do you still believe in love? Or do you love… (Verse) Man it’s 2 a night out, rollin White House Girl, it’s been a while since I hit a wide out I’m with it though, she a centerfold Big ol blunt look tentacles She strip in Europe, Interpol Don’t remember her in a close I fucked her friend, damn it was close Let’s reunite, let’s get em close Hit em twice in a roll Hit a flight and I’m ghost That’s the last time I seen er though She be getting too eager, hoe Stamp it like it’s my Visa Chiefin off of these berries When the world gets heavy and it hurts to carry I’m the midnight mercenary, fiend (Hook) Letras de cancionesIt’s lit, feel the buzz That’s the half, shit it was It’s lit, feel the buzz It’s lit, feel the buzz (Verse) She took me to a place that I never would discover Might never have another so I have to fuck it Reach into my pockets, damn, I ain’t got a rubber See my nigga rhyme like ill rhyme Huber He be outta space, say he got a case It’s straps in the back of the hotel covered Room 508, check by the safe She said boy you got it made, do you got a cape? I ain’t with the game, my do I gotta wait I’m quite impatient, intoxication Got me feelin like procreatin Girl I’m the baker, you surely cakin Stand back, patch em up Amazing graces, photo finish and fornication Photo finish and fornication, fiend (Hook) It’s lit, feel the buzz That’s the half, shit it was It’s lit, feel the buzz It’s lit, feel the buzz Feel the buzz Can you feel the buzz? And then we feel the buzz Oh why, girl Do you still believe in love? What’s your trap? Get away from the gooder What’s your trap? Now comes the question of wits And so do you lose? Do you lose the same so what the other that yo house talkin on? But then there are less people know I have more than one tape so maybe we should just not use this. And use the other intro so people will think I just took it straight through Yea, let’s do that (Verse) You’d be surprised how many truths you could hide in a flow I’m listening to this beat with my eye lids closed Thoughts keep flashin and I keep laughin I never thought that I will fuck Irish hoes Maybe Asian bitches or Caucasian bitches Remember when I got to New York I was lost because all I ever saw was Jamaican bitches I ain’t really know what jam, where it was Little country nigga, goddamn I was To you niggas talkin online until you make it this side and you could never understand this buzz, well Maybe if you’d put yourself in the shoes of a nigga comin straight out the south No gold grill, just a east coast feel and a set of crooked teeth in this mouth Make them hoes bounce They can’t get enough Niggas say I made it, I ain’t makin enough Man, hatin ass nigga, You a real lame ass nigga if you ain’t got my tape in yo truck Cole, I’m one and don’t you forget that I think I lost my mind round the same time I lost my 6 pack But, huh, no sit-ups for me Long as my dick still get up for me Long as a hoe still give up for me She usually talks but she get us for free, woah That’s TMI, lil something like TMZ Scared of the days you’ll be seein me ‘cause my girl do not play coast DMP It’s something for the hoop fans, Just cop it a coupe man No drop top but a slap on the roof that can slide out You can get a little sun while you ride out Set on the beat, let me vibe out We the 15 with a ASR up in my house, Writin rhymes out, mama made it happen Coulda been a lawyer but I made it rappin He know the rappin, now at the shows he the main attraction Another shot of Henny so I’m faded askin how long do this drug called thing will last me Feel the buzz Another shot of Henny so I’m faded askin how long do this drug called thing will last me SB Feel the buzz It’s lit Feel the buzz Feel the buzz From Letras Mania