She Gets Tipsy Off Patron
You been asking how I been lately, I told you, you so crazy
How you asking me for favors?, you know you won't do the same
She been telling she losing it, she said she going sane
R.I.P my fallin' soldiers, told that bitch you can't come over
We was whipping bacon soda, she a ten from sinalona
Now we all up in a rover, slow the time I'm moving slower
Pretty face look at dem' eyes, but she done told her that she mine
She steady blowing up my phone, you hear that ringer it's my song
But I seen her in the ghetto something that I call a home
But she love it on the weekend she gets tipsy off patron
She be telling me to chill like baby chill I keep it real
Always keeps her nails done but she done lived up in the field
Love my bubba with my soul, just like my momma make it home
She be all up in her feelings but deep down she know she wrong
But I know she is delusional, I told her keep it slow
Ain't no next, baby no ex you know she bitter that's the point
I done told her not to cry wipe off dem' eyes, man have some hope
I can show you how to do it, I can show you how to float
I'm gon take you to caribbean I'll take you to the coast
But I've been seeing how you acting, need some love you need to coupe
You been asking how I been lately, I told you, you so crazy
How you asking me for favors?, you know you won't do the same
She been telling she losing it, she said she going sane
R.I.P my fallin' soldiers, told that bitch you can't come over
We was whipping bacon soda, she a ten from sinalona
Now we all up in a rover, slow the time I'm moving slower
Pretty face look at dem' eyes, but she done told her that she mine
She steady blowing up my phone, you hear that ringer it's my song
But I seen her in the ghetto something that I call a home
But she love it on the weekend she gets tipsy off patron
She be telling me to chill like baby chill I keep it real
Always keeps her nails done but she done lived up in the field
How you asking me for favors?, you know you won't do the same
She been telling she losing it, she said she going sane
R.I.P my fallin' soldiers, told that bitch you can't come over
We was whipping bacon soda, she a ten from sinalona
Now we all up in a rover, slow the time I'm moving slower
Pretty face look at dem' eyes, but she done told her that she mine
She steady blowing up my phone, you hear that ringer it's my song
But I seen her in the ghetto something that I call a home
But she love it on the weekend she gets tipsy off patron
She be telling me to chill like baby chill I keep it real
Always keeps her nails done but she done lived up in the field
Love my bubba with my soul, just like my momma make it home
She be all up in her feelings but deep down she know she wrong
But I know she is delusional, I told her keep it slow
Ain't no next, baby no ex you know she bitter that's the point
I done told her not to cry wipe off dem' eyes, man have some hope
I can show you how to do it, I can show you how to float
I'm gon take you to caribbean I'll take you to the coast
But I've been seeing how you acting, need some love you need to coupe
You been asking how I been lately, I told you, you so crazy
How you asking me for favors?, you know you won't do the same
She been telling she losing it, she said she going sane
R.I.P my fallin' soldiers, told that bitch you can't come over
We was whipping bacon soda, she a ten from sinalona
Now we all up in a rover, slow the time I'm moving slower
Pretty face look at dem' eyes, but she done told her that she mine
She steady blowing up my phone, you hear that ringer it's my song
But I seen her in the ghetto something that I call a home
But she love it on the weekend she gets tipsy off patron
She be telling me to chill like baby chill I keep it real
Always keeps her nails done but she done lived up in the field
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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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