mercedes

Yes sir yes sir
Parking that mercedes
Wiping that red she ride me like horse
Gang on my line no more endorsements
I was before now I ain't messing with dork jits
Running through racks lick my thumb and count more again
How the hell you going to meet me and love me and then again
We end up breaking apart cause your bored oh well
I'm clouds boy know I'm high in the sky again
Can't let her back in I don't want her to lie again
Ain't in the mood to do music, I'm just lying here
Lil girl I'm the fiend I just need you to let me in
Let's start a war and I'll bring in my minutemen
Our wars lasting hours they ain't lasting minutes man
What the hell are you on if you bring up the past again
Should've never restarted knew we wouldn't last again
Need a bad chick bad girl, goth chick just like she was Lil Bo Weep
He really thought he could stand a chance yeah honestly had me weak
It was an accident shawty deal with it I never meant to make you weep
Felt like the last words she said to me
What the hell is that supposed to mean
Hi lil boy I'm the boogieman
Step out of line then lets boogie then
Don't step out of line your a little man
No presents here but theres reprimands
It's war time send in the minuteman wait
Stomp on the yard how I'm stepping in
No heart no soul theyre just tin cans
Popping out beans like theyre 10 10
COD I can't be that man
Glide hit your building like Batman wait
9 to the face call him tech nose
Little boy one and I'm ten fold
Not staying five I stay ten toes
Wont stick together they all fold
Been out my mind and its awful
Remember press circle to reload
Never press F forget his bros
I'm tired of digging these holes
So many beds put on death row
Handed to you like a free throw
You like my music then repost
Parking that Mercedes
Wiping that red she ride me like horse
Gang on my line no more endorsements
I was before now I ain't messing with dork jits
Running through racks lick my thumb and count more again
How the hell you going to meet me and love me and then again
We end up breaking apart cause your bored oh well
Parking that Mercedes
Wiping that red she ride me like horse
Gang on my line no more endorsements
I was before now I ain't messing with dork jits
Running through racks lick my thumb and count more again
I already told her that I don't like miss spells
It's Alek Oni and I don't do farewells



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Writer(s): Brian Harris
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