And REWIND
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Yea, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Uh, Look
Here's a tip
Go do what I say
Read my lips
"There is no debate"
Then I broke up in it
We love the feeling
Not catching feeling, okay
Then she broke up in it
I'm really winning
I'm counting digits, okay
It's time to re, rewind
When the crowd say "Bo! Selecta"
We need to align
For now I got your legs up
I'm telling that shorty
I'm hell of a catch
Fucking with mines
Then I'm bending it back
Tell her to bend over
But I'm through with that
It's a long story
I don't get attached
To be honest
I can't really talk unless
We talkin' bout some profit
I'm cautious
Niggas tried my life and they failed
Driving with drank, they took me to jail
I really aint trippin'
If I catch you slippin'
While I'm on a mission
You might get inhaled
I tried showing love
But there's just no love in city
My niggas, they with me
That all got cash, work, and biddies
I always keep me a glove
In case you want to get freaky
And wanna show me her titties
She waanna prove that she's with me
Got packs
Want to hold one
Working, purging
Dusk till' dawn
Stop that come on have fun
The night looking young
And only have one
Life, to fuck it up
Back that like Tonka Trucks
I'll catch your weight
Don't have to wait
I'll stay in place and go
And go
And smoke
This life done took a toll
But I'm alright
And I keep it movin'
No pick and choosin'
I grow
"Shit, you get on my nerves"
That's what they be saying
When I pop out at first
It hurts to learn
Yea, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Uh, Look
Here's a tip
Go do what I say
Read my lips
"There is no debate"
Then I broke up in it
We love the feeling
Not catching feeling, okay
Then she broke up in it
I'm really winning
I'm counting digits, okay
It's time to re, rewind
When the crowd say "Bo! Selecta"
We need to align
For now I got your legs up
I'm telling that shorty
I'm hell of a catch
Fucking with mines
Then I'm bending it back
Tell her to bend over
But I'm through with that
It's a long story
I don't get attached
To be honest
I can't really talk unless
We talkin' bout some profit
I'm cautious
Niggas tried my life and they failed
Driving with drank, they took me to jail
I really aint trippin'
If I catch you slippin'
While I'm on a mission
You might get inhaled
I tried showing love
But there's just no love in city
My niggas, they with me
That all got cash, work, and biddies
I always keep me a glove
In case you want to get freaky
And wanna show me her titties
She waanna prove that she's with me
Got packs
Want to hold one
Working, purging
Dusk till' dawn
Stop that come on have fun
The night looking young
And only have one
Life, to fuck it up
Back that like Tonka Trucks
I'll catch your weight
Don't have to wait
I'll stay in place and go
And go
And smoke
This life done took a toll
But I'm alright
And I keep it movin'
No pick and choosin'
I grow
"Shit, you get on my nerves"
That's what they be saying
When I pop out at first
It hurts to learn
Credits
Writer(s): Elerson Roesler Jr
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