One way
Melville, can you afford that
CJ
My dawg don't like it, I just hope that he's alright
This bitch wanna fight me, I hope it's not in the night
Cos I don't even got time, I was out here drinkin' Sprite
Cos I don't even got time, my n***a, they off the light
Roll me a blunt when I wake up, fuckin' her face
I'm sorry about your makeup, baby, I'm sorry
I'ma call you later, I'm out there chasing this paper
It was very dark when I came to the state
Now the atmosphere is clear, and the niggaz from the bottom
I ain't see they face, I don't wanna see them here
In the morning, I'm sippin' tea, I don't mixed that shit
With a little weed, it's getting my balance off
Baby, you actin' tough, I'm a hard n***a
But I'm kinda soft
And the dream is beautiful, but the road's rough
I'm duckin' it off, I'm duckin' it off
Saying this shit and I'm rockin' it off
Baby, don't talk too much, you might get nothing at all
Baby, don't talk too much, you might get nothing at all
Bitch, don't talk too much, cause you might get nothing at all
You 5'9
Do you really wanna get six feet deep inside the ground
For fucking with me and my guys
We comin' with a hella surprise
Like it is your birthday
And it's only one way to go
My dawg like it is the best way
I'm a thief, what did I steal
They can base
She a chef, what'd she cook
Lies to my face
It's not in my genes to fold
But I got a Jean that fold
And I got a bitch that knows
Yeah, she gon' stick to the code for sure
And in the cold
She gon' give me a coat for sure
Yeah, she gon' grab me a coat for sure
Might need me a light to see in the night
I'm new to this fight
Takin' my chances off with a bite
They energy low, you might need you a height
I was broke ain't nobody said hi
Belly hurting, they didn't offer a pie
Swear to God, some nights I cry
It's the truth, I ain't tellin' no lie
Swear to God, Momma knows I don't lie
Hot weed, this shit burnin'my eye
Not G, if you ain't tryna slide
I'm durkin' it off, I'm durkin' it off
Sayin' this shit and I'm rockin' it off
Baby, don't talk too much
You might get nothin' at all
Baby, don't talk too much
You might get nothin' at all
Bitch, don't talk too much
Cause you might get nothin' at all
Yes, you're 5'9
Do you really wanna get six feet deep inside the ground
For fuckin' with me and my guys
We comin' with hella surprise
Like it is your birthday
And it's only one way to go, my dawg
Like it is the best way
Mellow, can you afford that
CJ
CJ
CJ
CJ
CJ
TAEMIN
CJ
My dawg don't like it, I just hope that he's alright
This bitch wanna fight me, I hope it's not in the night
Cos I don't even got time, I was out here drinkin' Sprite
Cos I don't even got time, my n***a, they off the light
Roll me a blunt when I wake up, fuckin' her face
I'm sorry about your makeup, baby, I'm sorry
I'ma call you later, I'm out there chasing this paper
It was very dark when I came to the state
Now the atmosphere is clear, and the niggaz from the bottom
I ain't see they face, I don't wanna see them here
In the morning, I'm sippin' tea, I don't mixed that shit
With a little weed, it's getting my balance off
Baby, you actin' tough, I'm a hard n***a
But I'm kinda soft
And the dream is beautiful, but the road's rough
I'm duckin' it off, I'm duckin' it off
Saying this shit and I'm rockin' it off
Baby, don't talk too much, you might get nothing at all
Baby, don't talk too much, you might get nothing at all
Bitch, don't talk too much, cause you might get nothing at all
You 5'9
Do you really wanna get six feet deep inside the ground
For fucking with me and my guys
We comin' with a hella surprise
Like it is your birthday
And it's only one way to go
My dawg like it is the best way
I'm a thief, what did I steal
They can base
She a chef, what'd she cook
Lies to my face
It's not in my genes to fold
But I got a Jean that fold
And I got a bitch that knows
Yeah, she gon' stick to the code for sure
And in the cold
She gon' give me a coat for sure
Yeah, she gon' grab me a coat for sure
Might need me a light to see in the night
I'm new to this fight
Takin' my chances off with a bite
They energy low, you might need you a height
I was broke ain't nobody said hi
Belly hurting, they didn't offer a pie
Swear to God, some nights I cry
It's the truth, I ain't tellin' no lie
Swear to God, Momma knows I don't lie
Hot weed, this shit burnin'my eye
Not G, if you ain't tryna slide
I'm durkin' it off, I'm durkin' it off
Sayin' this shit and I'm rockin' it off
Baby, don't talk too much
You might get nothin' at all
Baby, don't talk too much
You might get nothin' at all
Bitch, don't talk too much
Cause you might get nothin' at all
Yes, you're 5'9
Do you really wanna get six feet deep inside the ground
For fuckin' with me and my guys
We comin' with hella surprise
Like it is your birthday
And it's only one way to go, my dawg
Like it is the best way
Mellow, can you afford that
CJ
CJ
CJ
CJ
CJ
TAEMIN
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Writer(s): Eric Anthony
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