Necklace Interlude
Baby like the gold on my neck n shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
Tell me who you care for
Tell me who you there for
Am I on the list
Does that shit even exist
Keep yo friends out our business
We only fall out for some minutes
And we right back in it, we can even ask a witness
I don't know why but we right for each other
10 toes down, ride or die for each other
They can talk all they want
I'm acting nonchalant
Talkin' bullshit, type in a different font
Baby like the gold on my neck n shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
Bussdown on her finger
She not really a drinker
But when she off wine she think she a singer
Don't worry bout the gram, them bitches ain't you
And don't fall the lies, that shit ain't true
We could go for a walk n shit
Lay down and talk n shit
Singing Herbo, have me in shock n shit
Bussdown yo neck, have them in shock n shit
Baby like the gold on my neck n shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
Tell me who you care for
Tell me who you there for
Am I on the list
Does that shit even exist
Keep yo friends out our business
We only fall out for some minutes
And we right back in it, we can even ask a witness
I don't know why but we right for each other
10 toes down, ride or die for each other
They can talk all they want
I'm acting nonchalant
Talkin' bullshit, type in a different font
Baby like the gold on my neck n shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
Bussdown on her finger
She not really a drinker
But when she off wine she think she a singer
Don't worry bout the gram, them bitches ain't you
And don't fall the lies, that shit ain't true
We could go for a walk n shit
Lay down and talk n shit
Singing Herbo, have me in shock n shit
Bussdown yo neck, have them in shock n shit
Baby like the gold on my neck n shit
She got my initials on her necklaces
You can tell it's real love by our messages
Test shit, run up on it wrong and we press shit
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Writer(s): J H
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