Aight Then

Yea
Woo
Yea Yea
Woo
La Ya
Yea

I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna roll
No no no no
We don't got to drink
We ain't got to smoke
Yea yea yea
Shorty keep sending me threats about the next man
I had to let her know
I had to let her know
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then

Dudes a turn you up before they bail you out
How come you got henny but not helping out
These B wanna always flip
Hit the club before they watch the kids
I tell these N stop your commentary
Ya N locked up without commissary
With a million only way they like you
I thank the Lord i ain't nothing like you
Think they support you
You a D fool
They just wanna F your B
And wish you never do
These N not on my roster
The way they switch teams
These women should just be all-stars
The way they switch d

I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna roll
No no no no
We don't got to drink
We ain't got to smoke
Yea yea yea
Shorty keep sending me threats about the next man
I had to let her know
I had to let her know
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then

Unavailable no I.d
My address 101 never mind street
Keep me out your conversation
That S make no compensation
All we see is H of hating
But my fans keep me on elevation
Let no women get me aggravated
Cause my aggression leave that P devastated
You can't stop a man dream
I want real or fake and nothing in between
I want no stress and make some foreign trips
And hit Bahamas after doing it
Blunt

I don't wanna chill
I don't wanna roll
No no no no
We don't got to drink
We ain't got to smoke
Yea yea yea
Shorty keep sending me threats about the next man
I had to let her know
I had to let her know
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then
Oh ight then



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Writer(s): Edward Trapp
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