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Get tinted up, I will not catch that
Get tinted up, I will not- (uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)
Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back"
Only time I′m movin' backwards (only time I′m movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chess
A nigga had to check her (but she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin′, no smoke, no beef, no heifer (uh-huh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (uh-huh)
Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (uh-huh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (uh-huh)
110, on the 110 flyin′ now, flyin' down, privacy
Don′t be askin' me where I been, aw, man, aw, man, it′s secure
You what I need, missed out with someone who give a fuck
I pull up, Bentley truck, hit the gas and hiccup
(Oh, I've been drinking)
Two cups tryna catch amnesia (oh, I′ve been drinking)
Two gulps, just drank two liters (oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here? (Oh, I'm gon′ leave)
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Walk with my chin up, something I learned from my gran′ (daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up, I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin′ mo' (salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no bands, made palace (alright)
Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
Cuzzo kept the clipse, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I′m like Zeke, got a freak-out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I-, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit
Don't talk to me, bitch (mm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town
You ain′t talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin′ too rich (nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (bling, bling, bling)
Bitch, know what time it is (bitch, it′s time)
It's-, you been ridin′ lil' mama, but right now, I need me a driver
′Cause I've been drinking
Two cups tryna catch amnesia (oh, I′ve been drinking)
Two gulps, just drank two liters (oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here? (Oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Walk with my chin up, something I learned from my gran′ (daddy)
He was gettin′ tinted up, I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo′ (salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no bands, made palace
You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this
Get tinted up, I will not- (uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)
Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back"
Only time I′m movin' backwards (only time I′m movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chess
A nigga had to check her (but she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin′, no smoke, no beef, no heifer (uh-huh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (uh-huh)
Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (uh-huh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (uh-huh)
110, on the 110 flyin′ now, flyin' down, privacy
Don′t be askin' me where I been, aw, man, aw, man, it′s secure
You what I need, missed out with someone who give a fuck
I pull up, Bentley truck, hit the gas and hiccup
(Oh, I've been drinking)
Two cups tryna catch amnesia (oh, I′ve been drinking)
Two gulps, just drank two liters (oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here? (Oh, I'm gon′ leave)
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Walk with my chin up, something I learned from my gran′ (daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up, I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin′ mo' (salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no bands, made palace (alright)
Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
Cuzzo kept the clipse, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I′m like Zeke, got a freak-out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I-, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit
Don't talk to me, bitch (mm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town
You ain′t talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin′ too rich (nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (bling, bling, bling)
Bitch, know what time it is (bitch, it′s time)
It's-, you been ridin′ lil' mama, but right now, I need me a driver
′Cause I've been drinking
Two cups tryna catch amnesia (oh, I′ve been drinking)
Two gulps, just drank two liters (oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here? (Oh, I've been drinking)
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Walk with my chin up, something I learned from my gran′ (daddy)
He was gettin′ tinted up, I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo′ (salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no bands, made palace
You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this
Writer(s): Christopher Smith Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
