MY DARGS
(Ayye JD Let Me Hear That Back)
Yeah, same old shit
That ain't nothin' new
(Same old shit, ain't nothin' new)
They do it for clout
Wan' be on the news, huh
(Do it for clout, eediyats)
Them man are bored
They got nothin' to do, ayye
(They got nothin' to do, they're bums)
I ain't got time to be watchin' you, no
(I'm not watchin' you)
I love it when she gets down low (Low)
Gets to her knees, she's givin' me blows
She's got paint on her fingers and toes
Throwin' it back, she made me say "woah" (Woah)
Give her this dick, gonna make her glow (Glow)
Gonna make P's so it's time to go (Go)
Barely slept so I'm movin' slow (Slow)
I wanna be more than alive
I'm outside and I'm tryna live (I'm tryna live)
I've always had good intentions
Don't know how much love I can give
I'm gettin' mature, I've learned to forget
I still find it hard to forgive (Hard to forgive)
I'm sippin' this yak, now I'm floatin'
Now I got a brain of a sieve
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
Yeah, I walk on the street
I'm lookin' too clean
Jordan 1's, they go well with the jeans
I took so long to reply
She thinks that I'm mean
I come alive in the night
That's a normal routine
Yeah, I can't do her dirty
'Cause she is a keeper
Strokin' that pussy and I go in deeper
Like LB, if I buss in it, can't keep her
Bro's got the corn in the ends, he's a reaper
Don't cost a lot 'cause we get it for cheaper
She's givin' me slops and now I feel weaker
She said she's in love
I don't think I believe her
Baby girl, get to workin', yeah
The bunda's fat
I wanna see you twerkin', twerkin'
Brodie's roamin' the streets
He's busy servin', servin'
The crack fiends love that shit
So they're out here lurkin', lurkin'
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
Yeah, same old shit
That ain't nothin' new
(Same old shit, ain't nothin' new)
They do it for clout
Wan' be on the news, huh
(Do it for clout, eediyats)
Them man are bored
They got nothin' to do, ayye
(They got nothin' to do, they're bums)
I ain't got time to be watchin' you, no
(I'm not watchin' you)
I love it when she gets down low (Low)
Gets to her knees, she's givin' me blows
She's got paint on her fingers and toes
Throwin' it back, she made me say "woah" (Woah)
Give her this dick, gonna make her glow (Glow)
Gonna make P's so it's time to go (Go)
Barely slept so I'm movin' slow (Slow)
I wanna be more than alive
I'm outside and I'm tryna live (I'm tryna live)
I've always had good intentions
Don't know how much love I can give
I'm gettin' mature, I've learned to forget
I still find it hard to forgive (Hard to forgive)
I'm sippin' this yak, now I'm floatin'
Now I got a brain of a sieve
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
Yeah, I walk on the street
I'm lookin' too clean
Jordan 1's, they go well with the jeans
I took so long to reply
She thinks that I'm mean
I come alive in the night
That's a normal routine
Yeah, I can't do her dirty
'Cause she is a keeper
Strokin' that pussy and I go in deeper
Like LB, if I buss in it, can't keep her
Bro's got the corn in the ends, he's a reaper
Don't cost a lot 'cause we get it for cheaper
She's givin' me slops and now I feel weaker
She said she's in love
I don't think I believe her
Baby girl, get to workin', yeah
The bunda's fat
I wanna see you twerkin', twerkin'
Brodie's roamin' the streets
He's busy servin', servin'
The crack fiends love that shit
So they're out here lurkin', lurkin'
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
Told my bro, "The world is ours"
We'll be whippin' in brand new cars
Traumatised, got mental scars
Gotta go hard for all my dargs
Need to rest, I'm in my yard
Professional emails, Kind Regards
Not like them man, all they do is tarrkk
Walk on the streets like superstars
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Writer(s): Jordon Davis
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