Can We Talk
Had to get it out the mud wearing my hard hat You would get down on your mans with your
Heart at Too late to join the run we already started
Guess when I laid the blueprint it seemed far fetched
We crunching out and fuzz around See the niggas shining
Oh, it's fuck me now
All that hating that you doing She tryna fuck me now
You say he went through your phone What he talking bout
He figure out we ain't cousins
Fuck it Tell him if he tell my bitch I'll fuck around
And cook him Why you just sitting there laughing
Looking like this shit a game Gotta start fucking out of town
Baby girl, I'ma send a plane For my nigga Russo, he fly around town
To eat her pussy, I'ma send a plane
Ain't got no time for no extra shit I told your dumb ass, delete them messages
Niggas murdering bald hoes and I ain't with that shit
Tell him better find another reason to hate Lil nigga broke he better fix that shit
I throw dog a pack like get that shit Fuck these hoes, focus on your pay
They see you in your bag, you gon' see them in your face
She want text back, now you gripping on her waist
Now she begging for that dick like, give me a taste
Them bitches friendly when they see that you got cake
They wanna hold you down with your name, hoe, wait
I keep having fucking dreams that I'm a dead man
I been ready for the die, most are scared, man
No God got me, no heaven or hell, man I stand tall, he on my side, most are frail
Man Niggas claiming that they demons, you ain't
Hell sent You niggas just lost
Y'all niggas won't even be allowed in hell forever
Heart at Too late to join the run we already started
Guess when I laid the blueprint it seemed far fetched
We crunching out and fuzz around See the niggas shining
Oh, it's fuck me now
All that hating that you doing She tryna fuck me now
You say he went through your phone What he talking bout
He figure out we ain't cousins
Fuck it Tell him if he tell my bitch I'll fuck around
And cook him Why you just sitting there laughing
Looking like this shit a game Gotta start fucking out of town
Baby girl, I'ma send a plane For my nigga Russo, he fly around town
To eat her pussy, I'ma send a plane
Ain't got no time for no extra shit I told your dumb ass, delete them messages
Niggas murdering bald hoes and I ain't with that shit
Tell him better find another reason to hate Lil nigga broke he better fix that shit
I throw dog a pack like get that shit Fuck these hoes, focus on your pay
They see you in your bag, you gon' see them in your face
She want text back, now you gripping on her waist
Now she begging for that dick like, give me a taste
Them bitches friendly when they see that you got cake
They wanna hold you down with your name, hoe, wait
I keep having fucking dreams that I'm a dead man
I been ready for the die, most are scared, man
No God got me, no heaven or hell, man I stand tall, he on my side, most are frail
Man Niggas claiming that they demons, you ain't
Hell sent You niggas just lost
Y'all niggas won't even be allowed in hell forever
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Writer(s): Darion Gamble
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