Miss Me

Its DeSaviour

Thought you had me, you can miss me with that bullshit
I don't leave the crib without my phone and a full clip
The wrong one to fool with,
the right one Keep it cool with
the one that keep it confidential when you making moves with

Get the bag and I'm on my way
Say I just met a cutie C from Nassau Bay
She say, wah gwan mon smoking gas all day
Guess I'm finally getting money
Throw a hat
Hooray

This Mon on a Ro(e)ll I need a Marilyn
I'd rather buy you your own cause I don't like sharing shit
The way I keep gas, they gone probably think I'm Arabic
Before I press record, I grabbed a scale and pressed tare on it

Grand Coupe got a nigga feeling arrogant
Run into the store and grab some more timbers (Woods)
The way she give me head
I wouldn't let you touch a hair on it
Whipping twenty twenty three, It's November

Got a milf bitch, I love we keep it under covers
She know I'm not a stepdad
I'm just a motherfucker
Come and eat the honey buns and drink Capri Suns up
Let her put her son up and fuck until the Sun up

She brings showers
I'm lightning thunder
Baby, I'm the shit you might need a plunger
I could ice you out
I might bring the tundra
But first, What's your name and your number
Huh

Thought you had me
You could miss me with the bullshit
I don't need a crib without my phone and a full clip
The wrong one to fool with
the right one Keep it cool with
The one that keep it confidential When you making moves with

Get the bag and I'm on my way
Say I just met a cutie
She from Saint Tropez
Told her that I need the gas
She got the plug on the way
Told her tu es belle my boo
She got red in the face
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Desaviour Ikner
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