1942

Just tryna give the kids some lil
Some lil muhfuckin
Some lil life some lil game

Brand new AMG yeah I just got one
And I would show you the miles
But it ain't got none
See she and I been outside
But maybe you're not the one
Maybe you're nodding off
Maybe you're not involved
Maybe you need to pick up the phone and give me a call
If not sometime today then maybe tomorrow
Maybe somehow or someway our paths cross
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost
(DJ Peek)
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost

You was supposed to be the one
But it ain't bother me none
But you wanted me to come
Over your house for a threesome
But imma pull up round three sumn
Better have something to drink or sumn
Better roll up a lil weed or sumn
Got something to eat but you ain't get me nothing
And I got a confession
The last bag ain't cost nothing to me
I charged him seven
He gave me 650
'Fore I hit the 321 outside the O
I gotta find better ways to talk about what you can't know
No point to feel a way because of shit you can't control
Oh you ballin' moe new gadget check out the chrome
And she lose control when she sniff my cologne
What type time you on
You might as well put me on

Brand new AMG yeah I just got one
And I would show you the miles
But it ain't got none
See she and I been outside
But maybe you're not the one
Maybe you're nodding off
Maybe you're not involved
Maybe you need to pick up the phone and give me a call
If not sometime today then maybe tomorrow
Maybe somehow or someway our paths cross
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost
(DJ Peek)
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost
Maybe you found your own way
Or maybe you're lost

Your own way or maybe you're lost
And I lock my fist round 1942
I put a Glock in my Louboutin box before some shoes
Imma pull up round three sumn
Better have something to drink or sumn
Better roll up a lil weed or sumn
Got something to eat but you ain't get me nothing
And I lock my fist round 1942
I put a Glock in my Louboutin box before some shoes



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Writer(s): Craig Turman Jr.
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