Dr. Sebi

Oh, oh (friendly), oh, oh (friendly), oh, oh (friendly)
All jokes aside, I had dreams of it endin', endin'

I don't wanna end up like Dr. Sebi
I beat the case 'cause I had on some black Giuseppes (yeah)
I'll hold you down like a tight string, bedsheet
And won't let you go until you tell me that you staying

How you gon' leave before you m- find out? (Yeah)
Hope you brought tissues 'cause I'm 'bout to cry my eyes out
Paid your tuition, then I bought out all your Girl Scouts (yeah)
Heard you was single, baby
Tell me what they talking 'bout
What they talkin' 'bout, huh? (Let's go)

I can't simply bring the sun out (no, I can't)
Even in New York, I got my m- gun out (bah)
Heard that n- 'round me got a crush on you
I bet' not find out (bet' not find out)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)
I don't know nothin' about it (don't know nothin' about it)

I go menace 'bout it (yeah)
I ain't heard nothing 'bout it (yeah)
I'm too rich to pout on (yeah)
Way too lit for clout on me (yeah)

Stack it like a Jew (stack it)
Make sure every 'fit you rockin' came with foreign shoes (skrrt)
Make sure every car you're driving came without a roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Make sure every b-you f- show you the whole crew
Just because you're tycoon



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Writer(s): Ty Dolla $ign
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