True Love
Shoutout to X
Let's get it
This that true love bro
Most people can't find that shit
Yea, real rap
I'm just doing this song to have fun bro
Let's get it
Yea
She wanna fuck on me
But I'm a demon, uh
Give her the pipe, now she throwing it back
Never catch feelings, my timer is set
Do I like bitches like asking if water is wet
Shawty a dummy
I'm going dumb, huh
Stimulus Boyz on the way
If you not fucking with us then suck on my dick
Respectfully
I got low energy
Taking that bitch to the corner
Not from my city
Don't fuck wit the foreigners
I'm at the tree that's the one and three quarters
Pussy was used, I needed a new one
I basically worn her
Telling her girlfriend that I'm just a light skin ass nigga wit hits
Check my discography
Now she trying to get in my bed because of feng shui
I'm the shit
I do not hit it and dip
I just grip it, she giving me brain
My heart is damaged
Thought she was the one
Gave me hallucinations
Advil made it a disadvantage
She was giving me top
And what the fuck you doing, moving
Groovy, scheming on these bitches
FKD, you fuck wit me
You getting these-
Throwing that ass back
Shake that shit
You on the counter
Position, switch
Flex on my ex because that bitch was jealous
Now that I'm cuffed
She watching my twitch
Get it, ah, ah
That's right, ah, ah
Make it clap, yuh, yuh
Right
The fuck they thinking
RDI gonna speak the truth
Never capping, never scheming
Why would I want to be you
Imma whisper to you
Feed you vitamins like it was food
You a pussy, a whole bitch
Get out my clique you looney toons
True shit
I'm about to tell you a riddle
Write on the paper, I scribble
I was so young they would bully me
Little by little
No one to talk to
Felt like malcom in the middle
If I had a penny or nickel
I'll fuck that shit up in my circle
Ah
Wait for the beat drop
Outta town girl no Justin Bieber
But I'm rapping bout it in the title
Yea
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Yea
Get sturdy
Do ya dance
Yea
Wild out
Get busy
Show off
Fuck it up
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Let's get it
This that true love bro
Most people can't find that shit
Yea, real rap
I'm just doing this song to have fun bro
Let's get it
Yea
She wanna fuck on me
But I'm a demon, uh
Give her the pipe, now she throwing it back
Never catch feelings, my timer is set
Do I like bitches like asking if water is wet
Shawty a dummy
I'm going dumb, huh
Stimulus Boyz on the way
If you not fucking with us then suck on my dick
Respectfully
I got low energy
Taking that bitch to the corner
Not from my city
Don't fuck wit the foreigners
I'm at the tree that's the one and three quarters
Pussy was used, I needed a new one
I basically worn her
Telling her girlfriend that I'm just a light skin ass nigga wit hits
Check my discography
Now she trying to get in my bed because of feng shui
I'm the shit
I do not hit it and dip
I just grip it, she giving me brain
My heart is damaged
Thought she was the one
Gave me hallucinations
Advil made it a disadvantage
She was giving me top
And what the fuck you doing, moving
Groovy, scheming on these bitches
FKD, you fuck wit me
You getting these-
Throwing that ass back
Shake that shit
You on the counter
Position, switch
Flex on my ex because that bitch was jealous
Now that I'm cuffed
She watching my twitch
Get it, ah, ah
That's right, ah, ah
Make it clap, yuh, yuh
Right
The fuck they thinking
RDI gonna speak the truth
Never capping, never scheming
Why would I want to be you
Imma whisper to you
Feed you vitamins like it was food
You a pussy, a whole bitch
Get out my clique you looney toons
True shit
I'm about to tell you a riddle
Write on the paper, I scribble
I was so young they would bully me
Little by little
No one to talk to
Felt like malcom in the middle
If I had a penny or nickel
I'll fuck that shit up in my circle
Ah
Wait for the beat drop
Outta town girl no Justin Bieber
But I'm rapping bout it in the title
Yea
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
Yea
Get sturdy
Do ya dance
Yea
Wild out
Get busy
Show off
Fuck it up
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Fuck it up, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Whitfield
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