Migraines
Creepin to look for a hit
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
Creepin to look for a hit
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
Aye nigga what you need from me
Need to be everything but into me
Need to be, not wit me secretly
Need to be wit' my bae sleepin', she
Need to be out my way easily
'Fore she beat down my brain sleazily
Not the meat
Brain mine blown up into smithereens
Got me torn up into little pieces
Can't hold my tongue Imma spit on these
Plain ole simples got a little tea
Can't cry oh no done spilled my shit
Ain't got no milk got it on my jeans
Gotta go get out finna take a breather
Everyday can't work, she hittin' on me
Gotta get home, tell my Shawty and the homies
Mama said don't trust a hoe, gain only
Dollar or dick, not ya time, stay lonely
She just want sugar, she don't wanna be ya honey
She don't wanna love a nigga, less he leave money
Plain all up In her goddamn hand
She wanna control me, it's a goddamn game
I can't love her no, it'd be a goddamn shame
Never trust em' if they ain't goddamn sane
Finna have do go, 'fore I get caught damn playin'
Are you hearin' what Mean, what I'm got damn sayin'
I can't love em no if they a basic
Can't take it
I am All That
Kenan and Kel here go, sit back
Take this L, hear it, oh my Mac
Hid you in the dell, stay off my lap
Stay away from here, take a whole step back
Tryna look for me, you ain't on my map
Been tip towin' slow, no peepin'
Been ho sleepin'
Still tore up, tore down, tore tweakin'
Been low, slumped, low down, lo leakin'
Out all night, all day, gone, geekin'
Prolly creepin'
I'll be chill, Ain't been home weepin'
Sober, ain't been home preaching
I ain't trippin'
I ain't
Creepin to look for a hit
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
Creepin to look for a hit
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
Aye nigga what you need from me
Need to be everything but into me
Need to be, not wit me secretly
Need to be wit' my bae sleepin', she
Need to be out my way easily
'Fore she beat down my brain sleazily
Not the meat
Brain mine blown up into smithereens
Got me torn up into little pieces
Can't hold my tongue Imma spit on these
Plain ole simples got a little tea
Can't cry oh no done spilled my shit
Ain't got no milk got it on my jeans
Gotta go get out finna take a breather
Everyday can't work, she hittin' on me
Gotta get home, tell my Shawty and the homies
Mama said don't trust a hoe, gain only
Dollar or dick, not ya time, stay lonely
She just want sugar, she don't wanna be ya honey
She don't wanna love a nigga, less he leave money
Plain all up In her goddamn hand
She wanna control me, it's a goddamn game
I can't love her no, it'd be a goddamn shame
Never trust em' if they ain't goddamn sane
Finna have do go, 'fore I get caught damn playin'
Are you hearin' what Mean, what I'm got damn sayin'
I can't love em no if they a basic
Can't take it
I am All That
Kenan and Kel here go, sit back
Take this L, hear it, oh my Mac
Hid you in the dell, stay off my lap
Stay away from here, take a whole step back
Tryna look for me, you ain't on my map
Been tip towin' slow, no peepin'
Been ho sleepin'
Still tore up, tore down, tore tweakin'
Been low, slumped, low down, lo leakin'
Out all night, all day, gone, geekin'
Prolly creepin'
I'll be chill, Ain't been home weepin'
Sober, ain't been home preaching
I ain't trippin'
I ain't
Creepin to look for a hit
Shawty just wanna hit all-day
She wantin' me at the club
I'm finna head to the wall bae
I'm thinking I'm finna blow
Im feelin' sick of this party
Shawty told me not to go
I gotta dip 'fore I dog, bae
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Writer(s): Josiah Jones
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