The Accordance

Yeah, yeah
You know it

Cloudy nights, rolling up another flight
She got her boarding pass via text, she packing light
She just wanna eat and smoke after I fuck her right

Uhh
It's like a hi and bye when we slide
I bring the high you bring that ass by and we vibe
She attracted to the thrill but keep it chill at all times
Can't take ownership, but when I'm on it she say that it's mine
I don't gotta pay to play
You sending cash apps, she asking how long can I stay
Ain't looking for no bae, she chasing bags and real estate
Keep it solid while these niggas playing in her face
We face these J's it make her suffocate
She love me so she say, toxic in our ways
Pussy juicy as fillets, I boost her head she levitates
Got that Biz Levin on repeat, Church of Ye
Mind spinning as the world turns on these shots of D'Ussé

Got a water bottle for the my ashes
Chilling in my vibe picture perfect with no caption
Pistol in bed when we fuck cause she love I'm never lacking
Rolling up until we stuck like we in traffic
Isolated from them haters like we quarantined
Not accepting calls at the number that you reached
I just do me and act accordingly
It's only one of me unfortunately
Can't give her more of me

If you hit her then she not my bitch or she was sent
Better clarify to the best of your extent
Her presence overwhelming for a lame
Might lose control swerving out yo lane, don't play yourself if you don't know the ways
Either got it or you insufficient for this game
Even EA Sports couldn't simulate these plays
I go and get it everyday I rise up off the bed springs
She gotta match my drive just to interest me to speak
I got this hustle in my genes, now I'm hemming up the scenes
Pass that wisdom down to my young king
I handle shit that's why she down to ride and I keep her up to speed
First I fucked her mind then the body came with ease

Got a water bottle for the my ashes
Chilling in my vibe picture perfect with no caption
Pistol in bed when we fuck cause she love I'm never lacking
Rolling up until we stuck like we in traffic
Isolated from them haters like we quarantined
Not accepting calls at the number that you reached
I just do me and act accordingly
It's only one of me unfortunately
Can't give her more of me



Credits
Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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