damn drone -
UU
best of uu
Yeah, damn, damn
Yeah, huh
Cause' I had to get me a bag and just run it up, yeah what else could I do
I'm feeling so different, we both in designer and matching with Evisu
A lot of these bitches ain't got none to offer, but you, I know that ain't true, ha
148 on the freeway, we up in the Beamer, no baby can't lose
Your ex hitting snooze (Huh, yeah)
So I got the best of you
Jean Paul that's my cologne
Jean Guy got me like woah
Smoking gas with my hoe
My baby bad to the bone
Sex too good, girl I'm a pro
We can't break up, girl that's a no
Through the rain and through the snow
You love me, baby that's fasho'
Said you love me, baby girl that's facts
If a nigga try you then he gon' get packed
And I'm adding on this guap, no I can't subtract
Money counter *beep* so you know it's exact
Way too unique like no other
You riding clutch baby at the buzzer
Your ex fucked up, dumb and dumber
Lil' nigga need sleep so he can recover
But your ex hitting snooze (Woah)
So now, I got the best of you
Jean Paul that's my cologne
Jean Guy got me like woah
Smoking gas with my hoe
My baby bad to the bone
Sex too good, girl I'm a pro
We can't break up, girl that's a no
Through the rain and through the snow
You love me, baby that's fasho'
You love me, baby that's fasho'
You love me, baby that's fasho'
Yeah, huh
Cause' I had to get me a bag and just run it up, yeah what else could I do
I'm feeling so different, we both in designer and matching with Evisu
A lot of these bitches ain't got none to offer, but you, I know that ain't true, ha
148 on the freeway, we up in the Beamer, no baby can't lose
Your ex hitting snooze (Huh, yeah)
So I got the best of you
Jean Paul that's my cologne
Jean Guy got me like woah
Smoking gas with my hoe
My baby bad to the bone
Sex too good, girl I'm a pro
We can't break up, girl that's a no
Through the rain and through the snow
You love me, baby that's fasho'
Said you love me, baby girl that's facts
If a nigga try you then he gon' get packed
And I'm adding on this guap, no I can't subtract
Money counter *beep* so you know it's exact
Way too unique like no other
You riding clutch baby at the buzzer
Your ex fucked up, dumb and dumber
Lil' nigga need sleep so he can recover
But your ex hitting snooze (Woah)
So now, I got the best of you
Jean Paul that's my cologne
Jean Guy got me like woah
Smoking gas with my hoe
My baby bad to the bone
Sex too good, girl I'm a pro
We can't break up, girl that's a no
Through the rain and through the snow
You love me, baby that's fasho'
You love me, baby that's fasho'
You love me, baby that's fasho'
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Writer(s): Joshua Cunningham
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