Last Night.
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment, want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Yeah
Maybe i drank too much
Or maybe i think too much
But i been on a cold cold mission
I aint tryna get a wife
Been a long time wishing
Bad days outta sight
We could fight but im lazy
Shit we could even talk, i aint crazy
Smoke blunts in the whip or we facing
But i be seeing ways you be facing
I know thats ya ex calling
Been brawling wit two bitch niggas, you been hoeing up in college
You stalling
Said i could dictate, no stalin
But i stay rushing just to stay balling
Cause bitches be up in my bubble
And yea we a team so i think we should huddle
You acting nutty so i want my quaterback
Ate all my money, i need a rebuttle
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Uh
Meeting up soon as im leaving that bitch
Henny and dusse is back at my crib
Please do not reach for the shot when i grip
You found a way to acknowledge the drip
Pussy like water when i get within
Flipping you over, thats where i begin
I know im shorter but my knees'll bend
When im stroking, we gon make a chocolate blend
Drizzle all over ya face
You looking up in my eyes
Thinking the ganja was laced
Cause i know that this wasnt wise
Cause Lisa a psycho
Like maniac pyro
And you on my dick doing 360 spirals
But this been a cycle
And this isnt final
She tripping cause
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Godd body
Bitch
Flip a little word everybody getting mad
Hit a little nerve everbody in they bag
Wet him up now he knocked out called it glaucoma
Versatile wit the bitches got a shorty in Tacoma
Fuck the diploma, nah im playing imma chase a bag
Everybody irritating feel like imma spazz
But im still so godd like flows never trash
Tory wit it cause the chicks taped to my fucking back
Maybe glued on, niggas be cheap like groupon
But my gun cocked back, release the truth on em
Niggas running up, no i never miss, shoot all em
Told every muh fucka im a muh fucking problem
I dont want commitment, want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Yeah
Maybe i drank too much
Or maybe i think too much
But i been on a cold cold mission
I aint tryna get a wife
Been a long time wishing
Bad days outta sight
We could fight but im lazy
Shit we could even talk, i aint crazy
Smoke blunts in the whip or we facing
But i be seeing ways you be facing
I know thats ya ex calling
Been brawling wit two bitch niggas, you been hoeing up in college
You stalling
Said i could dictate, no stalin
But i stay rushing just to stay balling
Cause bitches be up in my bubble
And yea we a team so i think we should huddle
You acting nutty so i want my quaterback
Ate all my money, i need a rebuttle
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Uh
Meeting up soon as im leaving that bitch
Henny and dusse is back at my crib
Please do not reach for the shot when i grip
You found a way to acknowledge the drip
Pussy like water when i get within
Flipping you over, thats where i begin
I know im shorter but my knees'll bend
When im stroking, we gon make a chocolate blend
Drizzle all over ya face
You looking up in my eyes
Thinking the ganja was laced
Cause i know that this wasnt wise
Cause Lisa a psycho
Like maniac pyro
And you on my dick doing 360 spirals
But this been a cycle
And this isnt final
She tripping cause
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
I got way too fucked up last night
I dont want commitment want a vibe
I dont really want you in my life
Keep it pushing baby im alright
Yeah im alright
Godd body
Bitch
Flip a little word everybody getting mad
Hit a little nerve everbody in they bag
Wet him up now he knocked out called it glaucoma
Versatile wit the bitches got a shorty in Tacoma
Fuck the diploma, nah im playing imma chase a bag
Everybody irritating feel like imma spazz
But im still so godd like flows never trash
Tory wit it cause the chicks taped to my fucking back
Maybe glued on, niggas be cheap like groupon
But my gun cocked back, release the truth on em
Niggas running up, no i never miss, shoot all em
Told every muh fucka im a muh fucking problem
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Writer(s): Taalib Dibinga
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