Gossip
Ay ay ay ay ay
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the
Ayyy
Forget the distance
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
I'm washing down the ecstasy in 2s of lean
The moment finished
But I can't wash away my memories
Okay I'll admit it
Girl I miss it
I said some things I didn't mean
Shit maybe I was tripping
Bitch I'm tryna ball like Mike
You keep me sidelined like Pippen
I won't go out without a fight
I yell for help but you ain't listen
Pop 'em, Lick 'em, Leave 'em missing
If you playing with my
If she Tina Turner, I'm Timmy
Wishing you would be my
Be my Mrs
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
Shoot my shot like Gunna
I went and got myself a mistress
Free YSL Free Thugger
Free Rio, Free my niggas
Codeine got discontinued
And left me liquor sipping
No weed in my system
I'm going turn into the villain
Grab a strap
Buss it, drop his ass
Run his fucking cash
Hit the mall
I'm bout to blow the bag
On some designer pants
I don't need to up the gun
I only up my finance
Baby what you want
I'll get anything for your fine ass
Hit the mall
I'm bout to blow the bag
Just cause I'm fucking rich
Stack my money tall like Yao Ming
This shit like 7'6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's time to reload my gun
Hide but you can't run
How you finna get up out the mud
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
I'm washing down the ecstasy in 2s of lean
The moment finished, but I can't wash away my memories
Okay I'll admit it
Girl I miss it
I said some things I didn't mean
Shit maybe I was tripping
(Steady tripping) But it ain't nothing
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the
Ayyy
Forget the distance
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
I'm washing down the ecstasy in 2s of lean
The moment finished
But I can't wash away my memories
Okay I'll admit it
Girl I miss it
I said some things I didn't mean
Shit maybe I was tripping
Bitch I'm tryna ball like Mike
You keep me sidelined like Pippen
I won't go out without a fight
I yell for help but you ain't listen
Pop 'em, Lick 'em, Leave 'em missing
If you playing with my
If she Tina Turner, I'm Timmy
Wishing you would be my
Be my Mrs
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
Shoot my shot like Gunna
I went and got myself a mistress
Free YSL Free Thugger
Free Rio, Free my niggas
Codeine got discontinued
And left me liquor sipping
No weed in my system
I'm going turn into the villain
Grab a strap
Buss it, drop his ass
Run his fucking cash
Hit the mall
I'm bout to blow the bag
On some designer pants
I don't need to up the gun
I only up my finance
Baby what you want
I'll get anything for your fine ass
Hit the mall
I'm bout to blow the bag
Just cause I'm fucking rich
Stack my money tall like Yao Ming
This shit like 7'6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's time to reload my gun
Hide but you can't run
How you finna get up out the mud
Baby I need you closer to me
Forget the distance
I know it's been a minute
Since we met, but shit ain't different
All these niggas
Gossiping like bitches
Acting on assumptions
Up the triggers
Quicker than their figures
I swear to God they buggin
It ain't nothing
I'm washing down the ecstasy in 2s of lean
The moment finished, but I can't wash away my memories
Okay I'll admit it
Girl I miss it
I said some things I didn't mean
Shit maybe I was tripping
(Steady tripping) But it ain't nothing
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Writer(s): Tomas Rivera
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