007
I might be James Bond, the way I go for the kill
People want it all, But never got none to give
Taking too long, to settle down and commit
With a feeling so strong, I struggle to get a grip
Wanna hold tight, but it's easy to let go
You could be whatever, but never was ten toes
All my niggas solid, Just call us the flinstones
Imma hit the red dot, when Im hearing ya ringtone
You was hanging with your brother, undercover
Was a lover
Giving me you're all, like you giving all the others
Baby where you at? and now it's heavy on the stutter
I'm around the corner, I can put that on my mother
Wanna be the hero
We go from 100, back to zero
You gon' stick around for my dinero
Never be the hitter in the middle
Misunderstood, that's always how the day goes
Only thing that ever matters, is the pesos
Niggas out and about, you better lay low
Woah
And all they want to do is scrutinize
Living life like it's do or die
When I roll by, I got you in mind
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Feeling so gone
Feeling so gone
Feeling so gone
Haven't felt this good in so long
So long
So long
Oh
Back and I'm better for all situations
3 thousand miles is my way of doing it
Ya niggas stuck while I'm changing locations
You had a spot, in my final decision
Now I'm on the market to find a replacement
All of these enemies, carried by memories
Might be allergic to all these relations
Lose your identity, I'll be the remedy
I'm bout to use it on all of my patients
People want it all, But never got none to give
Taking too long, to settle down and commit
With a feeling so strong, I struggle to get a grip
Wanna hold tight, but it's easy to let go
You could be whatever, but never was ten toes
All my niggas solid, Just call us the flinstones
Imma hit the red dot, when Im hearing ya ringtone
You was hanging with your brother, undercover
Was a lover
Giving me you're all, like you giving all the others
Baby where you at? and now it's heavy on the stutter
I'm around the corner, I can put that on my mother
Wanna be the hero
We go from 100, back to zero
You gon' stick around for my dinero
Never be the hitter in the middle
Misunderstood, that's always how the day goes
Only thing that ever matters, is the pesos
Niggas out and about, you better lay low
Woah
And all they want to do is scrutinize
Living life like it's do or die
When I roll by, I got you in mind
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Feeling so gone
Feeling so gone
Feeling so gone
Haven't felt this good in so long
So long
So long
Oh
Back and I'm better for all situations
3 thousand miles is my way of doing it
Ya niggas stuck while I'm changing locations
You had a spot, in my final decision
Now I'm on the market to find a replacement
All of these enemies, carried by memories
Might be allergic to all these relations
Lose your identity, I'll be the remedy
I'm bout to use it on all of my patients
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Writer(s): Obed Palacios
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