Fyelow

Ghetto Love Song
I'm like a go-kart, cause I a crash out if you start tweakin' Niggas lying, talking bout I owe dem, is Lamar speaking? She got a wax, I touched it once and then it start squeaking Promise if I pull this thang out, then it's a long weekend I can't lie girl, you the type I bring my mama to The second best outside of making money is spending time with you And you not broke, so that's a double plus Might as well just grow this bag together, we can double up Lashes, lids, face, nails, done It's a thousand girls in here, but to me, I only see the one Mama funny as hell, she keep on asking me "Is shе the one?" I told Dukes to calm down, I'm just seeing somеthing Truth be told, I wouldn't even be mad if that was the case But I gotta keep it player, nigga, just in case Jealous hoes worried bout me, bitch, go adjust your lace You even look up at my shorty, I'll bust your face And I love the way she- Damn, nigga, everything The way she look, talk, how her conversations carry things The way she shittin' on you hoes on a casual day The way she trickin on me too, cause she actually paid Letras de cancionesWhy you worry bout a roster, babe, you got the max They just free agents, it's a reason I ain't brought 'em back "What's my favorite thing about you?" Probably all Really, I just want this shit 4L, like volleyball I'm on the way because I need your ass beside me, baby But Ima Uber cause you know that you gon' drive me crazy I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking with you, you my kind of lady Hold it down and in a couple years I might just buy Mercedes From Letras Mania