MAKEOUTHILL
Hey Cris, fuck you
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me (Yeah, yeah)
I got all my wishes and they swimmin' with the fishes, huh
Every time you said you quit just, get up and go get it, huh
Talk about your pain up in your songs so they can feel it, huh
All these people sound the same 'cause these rappers be stealing, huh
Why you steal from me? Uh
You even steal how I usually fuckin' speak
Please do not come hit my phone if you want a verse for free
VVS all in my teeth, that shit wet, like manatee
After the show, she hit my phone like she wanna play with me
Up in her mind 'cause she thought that my land is make believe
Baby girl, come take a seat
Walkin' down a long path to a make out hill
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me (Yeah, yeah)
I got all my wishes and they swimmin' with the fishes, huh
Every time you said you quit just, get up and go get it, huh
Talk about your pain up in your songs so they can feel it, huh
All these people sound the same 'cause these rappers be stealing, huh
Why you steal from me? Uh
You even steal how I usually fuckin' speak
Please do not come hit my phone if you want a verse for free
VVS all in my teeth, that shit wet, like manatee
After the show, she hit my phone like she wanna play with me
Up in her mind 'cause she thought that my land is make believe
Baby girl, come take a seat
Walkin' down a long path to a make out hill
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
I keep my circle small and tight
My future brighter than the damn moonlight
I get the bag and then I grow real high
And then you're feeling on me
And when you're feeling on me
Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Maldonado, Kid Trunks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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