It Ain't Over

Ayoo
Run it back
Run it back

Alright I got you

Wouh

I like this beat yo
And it goes something like

Spitting on the mic like fat mike the liked
Now roll the dough
Bring in the cash flow
So I can grow even mo

We open up the champagne
She thirsty for the candy cane
And asking if we could play a game

Cause it ain't over (huh)
Until we're sober (yea)
Cause it ain't over (what?!?!)
Until we're sober

Check it, check it

Candy cane,
What's your name
Baby fucking up my brain
She just wanna play a game
Knowing she gon come again (uh)

Bring in some glasses and the Johnnie Walker
Drink it like its holy water,
Now we down to the matter

The fridge is always filled with food or non-food (okay)
The bitches always want the nude or the crude wood (yeah)

The way she acts seems to be rude or even stewed (uhuh)
But when she's with me she's on the mood, knowing I'm the dude (yeah)

My brothers
They destined for the best (uhuh)
And never underestimate the power of the possessed
Keep it blessed
Cause that's the shit that'll sink up to yo chest (wouh)
And never trade a brother for a girl with big breasts (yeah)

Counting up my bitches and simply forget how to track em (track em)

Racking up my rollys and simply don't have where to stack em (stack em)

Summing up my 100s and simply don't know how to pile em (pile em)

Rolling up my garments and simply don't how to wear em (wear em)

I've got the
Bitches on my left arm,
Homies on my right arm
It's certain that the perfume that I'm wearing is my luck charm (huh)

Were linking as we travel through the outer space
Shawty may I get a taste
Not trying to put your time to waste,

She then takes me with her, the closest bathroom (okay)
She then unzips all of our clothes, we're in complete gloom (wouh)
She then loosens her stunning hair, ouh I'm bout to come soon (yeah)
She then whispers to me gently, next in your bedroom

Wouh

Spitting on the mic like fat mike the liked
Now roll the dough
Bring in the cash flow
So I can grow even mo

We open up the champagne
She thirsty for the candy cane
And asking if we could play a game

Cause it ain't over (huh)
Until we're sober (what?!?!)
Cause it ain't over (check it)
Until we're sober

One more time for the ladies and the gentlemen

Spitting on the mic like fat mike the liked
Now roll the dough
Bring in the cash flow
So I can grow even mo

We open up the champagne
She thirsty for the candy cane
And asking if we could play a game

Cause it ain't over (huh)
Until we're sober (check it)
Cause it ain't over (what he say?!?!)
Until we're sober

That's it

Alright my ladies and gentlemen
Hope you like this song
My playas and my hoes
Yeah this for y'all

Alright we out



Credits
Writer(s): Enrique Rivela
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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