Telling Me Nothing

Different type of Nigga
Boy I'm a top dawg
He got a Louie bag but it knocked off
Got some Gunnas in my circle knock a nigga top off
And they might hurt you burn you like hot sauce
Yeah
See how I'm dripping I'm fly like a jet
Short gon give me some neck
You see how we coming
What did you expect?
No we ain't taking no checks
As real as it get I'm telling no lies
I could see you in disguise
Telling me nun I know she lying
No point in trying

Ain't no dapping me up
Nigga you ain't my mans
Just stay where you at
Not making amends YEAH
When I'm in the club YEAH
I'm doing my dance YEAH
She bringing her friends I'm throwing them Bands

(Free bands) she wanna fuck for some free bands and I I only want sex on the weekend
And If you don't come we ain't speaking
Deep in

She looking hot like a model
She wanna suck it and swallow
I pop me a bottle

She wanna roll my gelato

But she gon be gone by Tommorow Yeah

I gotta vibe that can't be matched
So you gon fall for me

And when you hanging off the mattress you gon run from me
I gave you everything I had what else you want from me
And I still be in the trenches moving comfortably YEAH

BOY IMA TOP DAWG



Credits
Writer(s): Jahsiah Moore Powell
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