night
(Penguin!)
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
She say that she gay, but she want me
I'm counting all these stacks and I'm doubling till I'm 40
'Cause she'll do what I say so
I'll make her do a trick, bend it over just like Play-Doh
I swear I've had enough
It's tough love swear, I've had enough
I've done it all
I swear I've done it all, I swear I've done it all
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
I need to clear my mind, it's an open door
I'm fighting all the demons that I've been begging for
But don't you tell me more
Imma do it all
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
(Oh Oh Oh)
(Oh Oh Oh Oh)
(Oh Oh woah)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(With the gang gang)
No, I don't bang, but I'm still reppin' this gang
Yeah, my shit be so so deep, finna leave you in a trance
Only keeping all these foreign bitches, yeah, they come from France
All these local bitches, yeah, they irritate me, how they dance
I do not hear from no one
Imma leave you all white, like a snowman
I don't roll with the choppas
Get hit with a choppa
Finna get me an ark, like I'm Noah
I don't need all your love and opinions
Steady chasin', I'm minding my business
Just made me an bag, I'm stacking these racks
Finna be tall to the ceiling
Now they hit up my line
I say I ain't got no time
They be wasting my time
I do not owe you a dime, yeah
These niggas be crazy
They be acting so lazy
I don't know why they bother me daily
I don't know why they bother me daily
No, I don't bang, but I'm still reppin' this gang
Yeah, my shit be so so deep, finna leave you in a trance
Only keeping all these foreign bitches, yeah, they come from France
All these local bitches, yeah, they irritate me, how they dance
I do not hear from no one
Imma leave you all white, like a snowman
I don't roll with the choppas
Get hit with a choppa
Finna get me an ark, like I'm Noah
I don't need all your love and opinions
Steady chasin', I'm minding my business
Just made me an bag, I'm stacking these racks
Finna be tall to the ceiling
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
She say that she gay, but she want me
I'm counting all these stacks and I'm doubling till I'm 40
'Cause she'll do what I say so
I'll make her do a trick, bend it over just like Play-Doh
I swear I've had enough
It's tough love swear, I've had enough
I've done it all
I swear I've done it all, I swear I've done it all
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
I need to clear my mind, it's an open door
I'm fighting all the demons that I've been begging for
But don't you tell me more
Imma do it all
Tell me what you're fighting for
Tell me what you're crying for
You say I need deciding for
You say that it's all a game
(Oh Oh Oh)
(Oh Oh Oh Oh)
(Oh Oh woah)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(France, France)
(With the gang gang)
No, I don't bang, but I'm still reppin' this gang
Yeah, my shit be so so deep, finna leave you in a trance
Only keeping all these foreign bitches, yeah, they come from France
All these local bitches, yeah, they irritate me, how they dance
I do not hear from no one
Imma leave you all white, like a snowman
I don't roll with the choppas
Get hit with a choppa
Finna get me an ark, like I'm Noah
I don't need all your love and opinions
Steady chasin', I'm minding my business
Just made me an bag, I'm stacking these racks
Finna be tall to the ceiling
Now they hit up my line
I say I ain't got no time
They be wasting my time
I do not owe you a dime, yeah
These niggas be crazy
They be acting so lazy
I don't know why they bother me daily
I don't know why they bother me daily
No, I don't bang, but I'm still reppin' this gang
Yeah, my shit be so so deep, finna leave you in a trance
Only keeping all these foreign bitches, yeah, they come from France
All these local bitches, yeah, they irritate me, how they dance
I do not hear from no one
Imma leave you all white, like a snowman
I don't roll with the choppas
Get hit with a choppa
Finna get me an ark, like I'm Noah
I don't need all your love and opinions
Steady chasin', I'm minding my business
Just made me an bag, I'm stacking these racks
Finna be tall to the ceiling
Credits
Writer(s): Kahlil Ekpo
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