Blick Wif Me (feat. Riosavv)

You can fuck with me
I keep that blick wif me
If he fuck with you
We put that blick on heem
300 Degrees I'm burnin up I got a fever
I just wanna hold you close
Make you my senorita
Me and you we dolo ridin in a two seater
I got hella fans nah
Gotta keep the heater
I cant let em get to me
If I keep on goin
Im gonna make history
At the rate im goin

Any Bitch thats next to me
I know that she gone throw it
But I stay focused
Nah I cant fold
Feel like I'm chosen
Teeth all golden
Dove in the ocean
Wit Sharks n Piranhas
Now Dripped in Designer
Pack just Touched down from the Bay
Forty Niners
Need me a bad bitch that look like Madonna
Cant get a thang from me but some Mcdonalds
Til you prove you can stick around through all the problems
Need a bitch who will sit down
Talk
Help me solve em
And the way that I feel for you
Don't feel it often
Love that you take all the way to the coffin
If you feel that way about me
Let me know
Maybe we can work on everything
And we can grow
Imma show you off to the world
Not on the low
Imma be the man you never had to hold you close

You can fuck with me
I keep that blick wif me
If he fuck with you
We put that blick on heem
300 Degrees I'm burnin up I got a fever
I just wanna hold you close
Make you my senorita
Me and you we dolo ridin in a two seater
I got hella fans nah
Gotta keep the heater
I cant let em get to me
If I keep on goin
Im gonna make history

Winn Winn
All I kno is win
Pray to god cause I been sining
Hope he Take away these sins
Ian really have no feelings
I don't know how to feel
I wanna thank my fake friends
Cause they showed me who real
For real
Block baby I was out here hungry
So I went and got a big bag
Now I'm never lonely
You have reached the voicemail if it ain't about them chonies
And I got me a bad gyal and she gone ride this pony
For real
I had to fuck up the block
Sorry I'm lit and you not
It's 32 shots in the Glock
I promise you I never flop
It's either you wimmie or not
On the way to the top
I told her that I gotta go
And no I can't mf fold
Cause I keep a mf Pole
Can't trust a mf soul
That's why I can't let ya get close
I can't let no mf get me
It won't be no rip
If thinking bout trying me
It's gone be a homi
Yeah behind me

You can fuck with me
I keep that blick wif me
If he fuck with you
We put that blick on heem
300 Degrees I'm burnin up I got a fever
I just wanna hold you close
Make you my senorita
Me and you we dolo ridin in a two seater
I got hella fans nah
Gotta keep the heater
I cant let em get to me
If I keep on goin
Im gonna make history
At the rate im goin



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Gunn
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