Decent

Did her hair
Now she look decent
She sweet like Reece's pieces
Wife material
I'm going beat her
Don't think that I'ma leave her

I came down
And she rubbed me down
And then she give me neck
Like my sound and I think
She tryna hold me down
Cause she know I'm up next
Make a mess
I don't need no ref
Do it like a vet
Make her sweat
It get stupid wet
When you gotta check
Making moves and
Niggas do the most
I'm doing less
I be grooving cause every day
I take steps to success
I don't know why
They trying hold my niggas
Ee Ee
You can't control a nigga
Baby
Really a soldier
Man this shit in me
Go til it's over
Get old with no history
Feel good
Next day things change
Shed tears don't fear no rain
I'm here
From the bottom I came
I'm here
Cause I don't never say I can't
Late some minutes
But I'm never coming last
In the trenches
Niggas like when it come fast
You ain't getting it
Better get off your ass
Got her digits
Now I'm bout to give it gas

Did her hair
Now she look decent
She sweet like Reece's pieces
Wife material
I'm going beat her
Don't think that I'ma leave her
That's my girl
She swipe her Visa
She even pay the meter
I'ma fool I try to leave her
Yeah yea yeah
Did her hair
Now she look decent
She sweet like Reece's pieces
Wife material
I'm going beat her
Don't think that I'ma leave her
That's my girl
She swipe her Visa
She even pay the meter
I'ma fool I try to leave her
Yeah yea yeah

Wait a minute
You sweet and bad admit it
I want yo ass going get it
That's period no sentence
You got my back
I know you do
For you a spend a ticket
And when I want you all alone
Know that's what Ima get
Yea yea
Hoe niggas
Going point they fingers
You bad
And my mind so dangerous
Get mad no ass no cash
No stash so real
Cause you still ain't changing
Ain't tryna be IG famous
Most bitches be animated
Get to yo bag
You need that cash
Most of your friends
Going hate it
I'm so stand up
I run it up
Don't need no settlement
When I come in you cooking up
Girl you be getting it
You look so good I love that
Robe that you be sitting in
Don't need no shovel
Girl you know that I be
Digging in

Did her hair
Now she look decent
She sweet like Reece's pieces
Wife material
I'm going beat her
Don't think that I'ma leave her
That's my girl
She swipe her Visa
She even pay the meter
I'ma fool I try to leave her
Yeah yea yeah
Did her hair
Now she look decent
She sweet like Reece's pieces
Wife material
I'm going beat her
Don't think that I'ma leave her
That's my girl
She swipe her Visa
She even pay the meter
I'ma fool I try to leave her
Yeah yea yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Immanuel Grant
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