Aware
Hey Glumboy
Luxury Music
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
I'mma need all of you, all of you, all of you
Yeah, yeah
I'mma need all of you, all of you, all of you
Woah, woah
I'mma need all of you
Baby so bad, she know I'm the man
She know I be making moves
I keep it so real, she never been fraud
You know I'mma tell the truth
Hoping you understand
Hey I got feelings for you
Wondering if you got the same for me
Wondering if you really care
Wondering you ever gave a fuck or was you aware
Baby just know I'm aware
Ain't playing no games, no
Baby just know I'm aware
Wow
You on my mind for a long time, can't lie
Been thinking about you for a long time can't lie
Angel wings, seeing that shit in the sky
One of one, got my eye on the prize
I just need me a wrist
You just run in my shit
Rounds I bust with the hit, wow
Buss I aim in this shit, wow
Arson-sin with that wrist huh
Wanna let you know I got flows
Ride for my own, hope you wanna know, yeah
I got bad hoes, I got hoes yeah
Wanna let ya know, let ya know yeah
Talk about a nigga, what the fuck is fashion
Walked in tsunami, drip splashing
Eyes on me, walked in with a bad bitch
BNB turned up in a mansion
All these bitches thinking that I'm handsome
Niggas walking around like my grandson
Pop out when I'm in New York, all I see is the fucking cameras
Lame nigga got his hand out
Yeah he want advice, get your bands up
Too lit, if you try me
Finna walk down, nigga hands up
Nigga walk around like grown men, we got 24 hours to man up
Luxury Music
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
I'mma need all of you, all of you, all of you
Yeah, yeah
I'mma need all of you, all of you, all of you
Woah, woah
I'mma need all of you
Baby so bad, she know I'm the man
She know I be making moves
I keep it so real, she never been fraud
You know I'mma tell the truth
Hoping you understand
Hey I got feelings for you
Wondering if you got the same for me
Wondering if you really care
Wondering you ever gave a fuck or was you aware
Baby just know I'm aware
Ain't playing no games, no
Baby just know I'm aware
Wow
You on my mind for a long time, can't lie
Been thinking about you for a long time can't lie
Angel wings, seeing that shit in the sky
One of one, got my eye on the prize
I just need me a wrist
You just run in my shit
Rounds I bust with the hit, wow
Buss I aim in this shit, wow
Arson-sin with that wrist huh
Wanna let you know I got flows
Ride for my own, hope you wanna know, yeah
I got bad hoes, I got hoes yeah
Wanna let ya know, let ya know yeah
Talk about a nigga, what the fuck is fashion
Walked in tsunami, drip splashing
Eyes on me, walked in with a bad bitch
BNB turned up in a mansion
All these bitches thinking that I'm handsome
Niggas walking around like my grandson
Pop out when I'm in New York, all I see is the fucking cameras
Lame nigga got his hand out
Yeah he want advice, get your bands up
Too lit, if you try me
Finna walk down, nigga hands up
Nigga walk around like grown men, we got 24 hours to man up
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Writer(s): Shaheed Finn
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