To Myself
Baby you so fine you so sweet
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that was dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
Baby you so fine you so sweet
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak I could tell you bout them streets
Look at ya physique you deserve expensive sheets but
Ouu the ganja reek shit be bussin' like a speaker
Shopping onna spree, In LA just like a leaker
Live by what you preach please don't listen to them teachers
Stop sipping that lean so I devour heavy reefer
Percocet off three I just had thirty inna bleachers
Baby cmon just rock with me and yeah I'll teach yeah
If you talk bout drink I pour up pizzas
And you can't get next to me you lil treesha
Baby you so fine you so sweet
You said you need some time but you living off of them tweets
I don't got no time to rhyming all in the street
Fine wine dining we cooling right by the beach
I don't got no time for these hoes
I get the pack, I get it wrapped, I get it gone
And if you live by what you rap you really grown
Don't come here fucking up my trap just move along
And best believe there ain't no dap after this song
I throw back two and roll a spliff said fuck the bong
I know you hurt that this is who you really know
I'm tryna make some money for me and my bro's
Look
Swipe at the Visa BOA I made like 6
Ouu I met this skeezer and she made me like a brick
Niggas think I'm gone till I pop up like I'm Rick
Hitting it from the back while you was catching you a lick
Yeah I got the drop nigga go and get the cig
Light a nigga block have you swimming with the fish
Drop another top ecstasy it got me lit
Baby you so fine you so sweet
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak I could tell you bout them streets
Look at ya physique you deserve expensive sheets but
Ouu the ganja reek shit be bussin' like a speaker
Shopping onna spree, In LA just like a leaker
Live by what you preach please don't listen to them teachers
If you talk bout drink nigga yeah I pour up pizzas
SLATT
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that was dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that were dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that was dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
Baby you so fine you so sweet
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak I could tell you bout them streets
Look at ya physique you deserve expensive sheets but
Ouu the ganja reek shit be bussin' like a speaker
Shopping onna spree, In LA just like a leaker
Live by what you preach please don't listen to them teachers
Stop sipping that lean so I devour heavy reefer
Percocet off three I just had thirty inna bleachers
Baby cmon just rock with me and yeah I'll teach yeah
If you talk bout drink I pour up pizzas
And you can't get next to me you lil treesha
Baby you so fine you so sweet
You said you need some time but you living off of them tweets
I don't got no time to rhyming all in the street
Fine wine dining we cooling right by the beach
I don't got no time for these hoes
I get the pack, I get it wrapped, I get it gone
And if you live by what you rap you really grown
Don't come here fucking up my trap just move along
And best believe there ain't no dap after this song
I throw back two and roll a spliff said fuck the bong
I know you hurt that this is who you really know
I'm tryna make some money for me and my bro's
Look
Swipe at the Visa BOA I made like 6
Ouu I met this skeezer and she made me like a brick
Niggas think I'm gone till I pop up like I'm Rick
Hitting it from the back while you was catching you a lick
Yeah I got the drop nigga go and get the cig
Light a nigga block have you swimming with the fish
Drop another top ecstasy it got me lit
Baby you so fine you so sweet
Pour me up a two just to get me through the sleep
Blickie with a beak I could tell you bout them streets
Look at ya physique you deserve expensive sheets but
Ouu the ganja reek shit be bussin' like a speaker
Shopping onna spree, In LA just like a leaker
Live by what you preach please don't listen to them teachers
If you talk bout drink nigga yeah I pour up pizzas
SLATT
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that was dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
I want you all to myself baby
It's the cards that were dealt maybe
Need you on like a belt faithfully
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Writer(s): Amine Ogbamicael
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