Settle (feat. Seddy Hendrinx)
(Don't do no talkin, ain't doin no-no-no talkin, fuck all dat, Feet)
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Young niggas around me, they just want me to push the button
I told her suck it like she love it
I might act like you mine in public
Baby, I can't be your man, she say she can't do too much
I might think that she a fan
We got K's like Klux Klan
Reach for my chain, I'm bussin'
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Told her that I love her but in my heart I know I'm bluffin'
Quick to hit that road and hit her too, I'm grindin' somethin
In bro eyes I see the prize, I know he slidin' bout his bro
My blessings bigged up, shock the reverend
My Glock can reach, you better not test me, come in heaven
The kiosk low, the lawyers paid, had to handle up plenty times
Niggas quick to scream the "free"
But can't spin or put up a dime
But just don't drop one, only thing be double is that triple
Yeah, this cutthroat on my mental
Get my issue, I'm bout all mine
And that's facts I put the city on my back
Can't fuck wit rats or claim em'
Rather bust this shit down wit my gang
Than give this all to strangers
I can never settle no, better add up some mo'
Them bitches love me cause I'm real and got some flow but I know
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Type to tell me she love me and be fuckin' on my man
Send the cash out to my youngin', he was down bad in the can
They can't compare to me, fuck a felony
I'll fuck your hoe, Bill Bellamy
Send big shots where yo' melon be
"You gotta keep calm" what they tellin' me
Turned out you now you hard, you was in the spelling bee
Yeah, I'm a big shark and I hang 'round elephants
Pull up big cars, slam her on her head
And I pin her down like I'm a wrestler
Lil 2Feet the messenger
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Young niggas around me, they just want me to push the button
I told her suck it like she love it
I might act like you mine in public
Baby, I can't be your man, she say she can't do too much
I might think that she a fan
We got K's like Klux Klan
Reach for my chain, I'm bussin'
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Told her that I love her but in my heart I know I'm bluffin'
Quick to hit that road and hit her too, I'm grindin' somethin
In bro eyes I see the prize, I know he slidin' bout his bro
My blessings bigged up, shock the reverend
My Glock can reach, you better not test me, come in heaven
The kiosk low, the lawyers paid, had to handle up plenty times
Niggas quick to scream the "free"
But can't spin or put up a dime
But just don't drop one, only thing be double is that triple
Yeah, this cutthroat on my mental
Get my issue, I'm bout all mine
And that's facts I put the city on my back
Can't fuck wit rats or claim em'
Rather bust this shit down wit my gang
Than give this all to strangers
I can never settle no, better add up some mo'
Them bitches love me cause I'm real and got some flow but I know
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Type to tell me she love me and be fuckin' on my man
Send the cash out to my youngin', he was down bad in the can
They can't compare to me, fuck a felony
I'll fuck your hoe, Bill Bellamy
Send big shots where yo' melon be
"You gotta keep calm" what they tellin' me
Turned out you now you hard, you was in the spelling bee
Yeah, I'm a big shark and I hang 'round elephants
Pull up big cars, slam her on her head
And I pin her down like I'm a wrestler
Lil 2Feet the messenger
One thing that can't I do is settle, unless I'm drinking
One thing that I won't do is be jealous, that nigga ain't me
He was hot until I made him fish grease, palm trees, Feet
I'm too busy tryna better me, to be hatin' on you
When you get some some money, they start fakin' on you
Got a bad bitch waitin' on me, been waitin' for two hours
If I cheat I buy her flowers, send some money to her stylist
Came in like it's nothin'
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Bennett, Kenwood Campbell, Burden Sedrick Shamari
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