Learn From That
Balling like a athlete but got no jumper
Step back shoot feel like black mamba
Scoring, yeah, ho, I can tell she wanna
But only girl, I trust is my mama
I know you gon' tell, I just know you gunna
We the ones turnin' the winter to the summer
I'm thumbing n thumbing through winter and summer
Anywhere I go I'm good like obama
I can run up a bag, still in my pajamas
Yeah, what, what, what, yeah
With that bad bih look like Kiki Palmer
Beatin' that pussy down, I feel like Conor
I'm with them animals, but I'm no farmer
My dirty my Arnold Palmer
We goin' bonkers, not gon' lie know some real life monsters
This a cold world and it's only gettin' colder
Walkin' around with a chip on my shoulder
My money gettin' high, yeah, it's gettin' older
So much paper, just might need a folder
Just to keep track, no, I'm not Frontin, catch me in the back
I'ma keep smokin', til heart attack
Keep the bullshit over there, ain't a part of that
Spin it like DJ, we brought it back
Bro spin so much, jit caught a flat
Yeah, he was off of the flat
Niggas get pumped up, then get laid off flat
I get clean, tickity tack
I ain't gon' lie, got your chick in the back
I'ma take her back for a midnight snack
Then she gotta leave, so come get her back
When she in the streets, ain't no turnin' back
Sooner or later you'll learn from that
Step back shoot feel like black mamba
Scoring, yeah, ho, I can tell she wanna
But only girl, I trust is my mama
I know you gon' tell, I just know you gunna
We the ones turnin' the winter to the summer
I'm thumbing n thumbing through winter and summer
Anywhere I go I'm good like obama
I can run up a bag, still in my pajamas
Yeah, what, what, what, yeah
With that bad bih look like Kiki Palmer
Beatin' that pussy down, I feel like Conor
I'm with them animals, but I'm no farmer
My dirty my Arnold Palmer
We goin' bonkers, not gon' lie know some real life monsters
This a cold world and it's only gettin' colder
Walkin' around with a chip on my shoulder
My money gettin' high, yeah, it's gettin' older
So much paper, just might need a folder
Just to keep track, no, I'm not Frontin, catch me in the back
I'ma keep smokin', til heart attack
Keep the bullshit over there, ain't a part of that
Spin it like DJ, we brought it back
Bro spin so much, jit caught a flat
Yeah, he was off of the flat
Niggas get pumped up, then get laid off flat
I get clean, tickity tack
I ain't gon' lie, got your chick in the back
I'ma take her back for a midnight snack
Then she gotta leave, so come get her back
When she in the streets, ain't no turnin' back
Sooner or later you'll learn from that
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Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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