GOOD COMME
Saint in this-
Re- Re-
Muhfuck-
(Saint in this muhfucka') Light that muhfucka' up
(Reid)
You not knowin' what you really worth
Why you actin' like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck
So them fuckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't never take a chance
That shit changin' when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losin' my mind tryna make this work
I could say "Fuck you" and leave you so lost
But baby I know how that hurts
I could say "Fuck it, I'm cuttin' my losses"
And go to hell, go to work
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them fuck-niggas hatin'
Pass that shit
We got blunts in the lounge, but baby we also got lines
Come get you a sniff
Bitch I could turn you to a fuckin' star, but it'll take some-
Don't gas that bitch
This hoe think she the one and she really just not
And she stay tryna be my stitch
Get away from me, they gotta wait for me just to get in
They see them numbers don't lie
The AC been crankin' cause I brought the heat in this bitch
I ain't turnin' it down
The AP don't tick in the UK, it got a timezone lock on the dial
Why would I care 'bout what you say?
You ain't never made a rack in an hour, huh
My nigga he keep him a lil Drac
I'm not talkin' 'bout the one with the owl
When I come through, your bitch throw in the towel
Make a grown ass man fall down like a tower
How you gon' get that paper, you sittin' there poutin'?
I cannot fuck up, I need that lil B in the driveway
I knock a fuck-nigga off, he try to get in my way
I got these groupies switchin' up their timeframes
Throw 'em a loosie, they gon' lose they minds gang, huh
You not knowin' what you really worth
Why you actin' like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck
So them fuckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't never take a chance
That shit changin' when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losin' my mind tryna make this work
I could say "Fuck you" and leave you so lost
But baby I know how that hurts
I could say "Fuck it I'm cuttin' my losses"
And go to hell, go to work
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them fuck-niggas hatin'
Re- Re-
Muhfuck-
(Saint in this muhfucka') Light that muhfucka' up
(Reid)
You not knowin' what you really worth
Why you actin' like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck
So them fuckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't never take a chance
That shit changin' when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losin' my mind tryna make this work
I could say "Fuck you" and leave you so lost
But baby I know how that hurts
I could say "Fuck it, I'm cuttin' my losses"
And go to hell, go to work
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them fuck-niggas hatin'
Pass that shit
We got blunts in the lounge, but baby we also got lines
Come get you a sniff
Bitch I could turn you to a fuckin' star, but it'll take some-
Don't gas that bitch
This hoe think she the one and she really just not
And she stay tryna be my stitch
Get away from me, they gotta wait for me just to get in
They see them numbers don't lie
The AC been crankin' cause I brought the heat in this bitch
I ain't turnin' it down
The AP don't tick in the UK, it got a timezone lock on the dial
Why would I care 'bout what you say?
You ain't never made a rack in an hour, huh
My nigga he keep him a lil Drac
I'm not talkin' 'bout the one with the owl
When I come through, your bitch throw in the towel
Make a grown ass man fall down like a tower
How you gon' get that paper, you sittin' there poutin'?
I cannot fuck up, I need that lil B in the driveway
I knock a fuck-nigga off, he try to get in my way
I got these groupies switchin' up their timeframes
Throw 'em a loosie, they gon' lose they minds gang, huh
You not knowin' what you really worth
Why you actin' like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck
So them fuckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't never take a chance
That shit changin' when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losin' my mind tryna make this work
I could say "Fuck you" and leave you so lost
But baby I know how that hurts
I could say "Fuck it I'm cuttin' my losses"
And go to hell, go to work
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them fuck-niggas hatin'
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