Might Be
No they cannot ID me
Why
Cause imma rare mother fucka
Not the same mother fucka
That you mother fucka see up on ya TV
Jump off the scene bitch we living life 4D
Yeah
One call and my niggas gettin Hyfy
Ya boyfriend always tryna be like me uh
Am I fucking on his bitch shit I might be
Hit me 3AM tryna hit me with the Yacky
Said my shit was giant I'm the black Jeremy Shockey
Mr take a nigga bitch like that shit my hobby
Uh
I'm bout to black out
Swimming laps give her rounds till I crash out
Spilled liquor on the carpet hope it wash out
Last year won't shit but I'm up now
Uh
I'll be director baby play your role
The way you do it for your fans you got crowd control
Like we kids let me slide it in your cubbyhole
We Grew up then that cubby turned to glory hole
Yeah you nasty
Say my name till it's coming out raspy
Ocean breeze till your bring the kid nirvana
You Tryna fondle with this black Americana
Just Checked my phone and it's clips from Kiona
Telling me to hurry up to California
Just booked the flight then we fucking up the Westin
I need the angle baby let me get your best end
If you with it shit you can go and call your best friend
Don't worry that is something I can handle
Headboard knocked the trophies off the mantle
Oh shit we hit a candle
And the drapes on fire
No he can never do it like me
I bend you over stretch it out like this Pilates
I'm So official no i never needed ID
You told me that you do not like that shit politely
I'm going dummy in this bitch
I Start at night time till it's sunny in the bitch
Heard through the grapevine yeah I'm never known to miss
I Always stay high Im a goldmine lil bitch
Shit I might be
Be the one that's fucking on your wifey
Taxing other niggas cause she pricey
Baby yeah you fucking up my white tee
Do not play with me that game is dicey
Shit I might be
Yeah I might be
Be that kind a guy to change your life
Let the smoke clear through the night
Yeah ight Yeah ight
Cold times done blacked out my heart
Rare one yea we so far apart
Fat J I need that flame to spark
Fast lane no we don't sit in park
Leave me numb no Linkin Park
Turn around let me see you arch
Ride me hands up amusement park
Ahhh ahh
Why
Cause imma rare mother fucka
Not the same mother fucka
That you mother fucka see up on ya TV
Jump off the scene bitch we living life 4D
Yeah
One call and my niggas gettin Hyfy
Ya boyfriend always tryna be like me uh
Am I fucking on his bitch shit I might be
Hit me 3AM tryna hit me with the Yacky
Said my shit was giant I'm the black Jeremy Shockey
Mr take a nigga bitch like that shit my hobby
Uh
I'm bout to black out
Swimming laps give her rounds till I crash out
Spilled liquor on the carpet hope it wash out
Last year won't shit but I'm up now
Uh
I'll be director baby play your role
The way you do it for your fans you got crowd control
Like we kids let me slide it in your cubbyhole
We Grew up then that cubby turned to glory hole
Yeah you nasty
Say my name till it's coming out raspy
Ocean breeze till your bring the kid nirvana
You Tryna fondle with this black Americana
Just Checked my phone and it's clips from Kiona
Telling me to hurry up to California
Just booked the flight then we fucking up the Westin
I need the angle baby let me get your best end
If you with it shit you can go and call your best friend
Don't worry that is something I can handle
Headboard knocked the trophies off the mantle
Oh shit we hit a candle
And the drapes on fire
No he can never do it like me
I bend you over stretch it out like this Pilates
I'm So official no i never needed ID
You told me that you do not like that shit politely
I'm going dummy in this bitch
I Start at night time till it's sunny in the bitch
Heard through the grapevine yeah I'm never known to miss
I Always stay high Im a goldmine lil bitch
Shit I might be
Be the one that's fucking on your wifey
Taxing other niggas cause she pricey
Baby yeah you fucking up my white tee
Do not play with me that game is dicey
Shit I might be
Yeah I might be
Be that kind a guy to change your life
Let the smoke clear through the night
Yeah ight Yeah ight
Cold times done blacked out my heart
Rare one yea we so far apart
Fat J I need that flame to spark
Fast lane no we don't sit in park
Leave me numb no Linkin Park
Turn around let me see you arch
Ride me hands up amusement park
Ahhh ahh
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Writer(s): Terrance Williams, Kris Stasse
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