BEEN A MINUTE
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ayy-ayy-ayy
This taste like three hunnid ev- hmm, ayy
This taste like three hunnid every sip
I could tell her sorry, but It's probably karma for what she did
I probably do my all, give her all me
And still end up last, shit, man
Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Been a minute since I been in the maze
Been a minute since I hopped out in traffic
I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
I got so-and-so waitin' in the lobby
She think she there, make her wait
Pourin' up codeine on a date
But the drink man in Valet
I could love you, but I might pay
Is it this, or it's gon' be that, ha, ayy
Man, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
We fell out, now he in hiding
Tell that scary ass nigga I love him
Man, ayy, see these Xans' was keepin' me in trouble
If you don't see it my way, then fuck you
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Ayy-ayy-ayy, this taste like three hunnid ev-, hmm
This taste like three hunnid every sip
I could tell her sorry, but it's probably karma for what she did
I probably do my all, give her all of me
And still end up last, shit, man
Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Been a minute since I been in the maze
Been a minute since I hopped out in traffic
I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
I got so-and-so waitin' in the lobby
She think she there, make her wait
Pourin' up codeine on a date
But the drink man in Valet
Ayy-ayy-ayy
This taste like three hunnid ev- hmm, ayy
This taste like three hunnid every sip
I could tell her sorry, but It's probably karma for what she did
I probably do my all, give her all me
And still end up last, shit, man
Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Been a minute since I been in the maze
Been a minute since I hopped out in traffic
I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
I got so-and-so waitin' in the lobby
She think she there, make her wait
Pourin' up codeine on a date
But the drink man in Valet
I could love you, but I might pay
Is it this, or it's gon' be that, ha, ayy
Man, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
We fell out, now he in hiding
Tell that scary ass nigga I love him
Man, ayy, see these Xans' was keepin' me in trouble
If you don't see it my way, then fuck you
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Ayy-ayy-ayy, this taste like three hunnid ev-, hmm
This taste like three hunnid every sip
I could tell her sorry, but it's probably karma for what she did
I probably do my all, give her all of me
And still end up last, shit, man
Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
Been a minute since I been in the maze
Been a minute since I hopped out in traffic
I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage
Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti
I got so-and-so waitin' in the lobby
She think she there, make her wait
Pourin' up codeine on a date
But the drink man in Valet
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Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr.
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