TAKE CHARGE
Mmm
Woah
Gotta take charge for these bitches bae
Take charge for these bitches bae
Take this pain away
Don't ride with me
Don't ride with me
I'm ready to die
So never mind
So never mind
So never mind, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What d'ya mean, What d'ya mean
Huh
Said she wanna fuck with me
Lowkey
For sure
For sure, lets do it
Watch out for these bitches and
There's a fire and I set it alight
You were my sacrifice
Yeah
And I know I'm lying
When I cry and say I'm fine
Sit back and sip this wine
Yeah, I know you'll never be mine
Building weight on my chest inclined
Worried bout my life design
Just so I can, huh yeah
Match the jeans
Like mum I'm way too clean I'm
Nice
Came a long way from the rips in the tees
Gon' eat and I know I'm right
Yeah
I'm right I'm right
I know I'm right
Deck full of queens on my right
Gotta flush these hoes
Controlling my mind
Yeah
Yeah seeing double like Sheeva
Yeah, like a RPG, you don't wanna
Step in this arena
Plus my bitch a goddess
Call her Athena
Huh, body style beaming
Give her a G
Let her cop From Nieman's
Said she wanna kick it with the Keenan
Live forever like Morgan Freeman
Said she wanna experiment with life
Wanna sample my semen
Yeah, kick her to the cement
Yeah this shit I'll do it right
Seen my future
Seen it in the end like super sight
Gotta get up
Run through this shit like exercise
Blow up like dynamite
XXL like super-
Yeah
Post a pic, got girls gassing me
All up on my dick like
That's clean
Show no love, no antidote
Know I cant let these snakes bite
Mean, with a black queen
Baby want cute cuisine
Wanna fuck with me?
Gotta fuck with the team
And hold my machine
My AR-15, and her sister beam
Just to sit with me, huh
Would you let me know if you'd ride for me?
Wanna sit with me
Baby girl direct the scene
Clear the scene
Red tape make them meet the queen
Yeah right
Said you made for me?
Yeah right
Girl I beg you keep your distance please
Ten toes on my feet
And the shit's so clean
Shit look pristine
Match the VVS with the sheets
Cant say no words like Mr. Bean
Cant act skeptic round me
Like
What d'ya mean, what d'ya mean?
Woah
Gotta take charge for these bitches bae
Take charge for these bitches bae
Take this pain away
Don't ride with me
Don't ride with me
I'm ready to die
So never mind
So never mind
So never mind, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What d'ya mean, What d'ya mean
Huh
Said she wanna fuck with me
Lowkey
For sure
For sure, lets do it
Watch out for these bitches and
There's a fire and I set it alight
You were my sacrifice
Yeah
And I know I'm lying
When I cry and say I'm fine
Sit back and sip this wine
Yeah, I know you'll never be mine
Building weight on my chest inclined
Worried bout my life design
Just so I can, huh yeah
Match the jeans
Like mum I'm way too clean I'm
Nice
Came a long way from the rips in the tees
Gon' eat and I know I'm right
Yeah
I'm right I'm right
I know I'm right
Deck full of queens on my right
Gotta flush these hoes
Controlling my mind
Yeah
Yeah seeing double like Sheeva
Yeah, like a RPG, you don't wanna
Step in this arena
Plus my bitch a goddess
Call her Athena
Huh, body style beaming
Give her a G
Let her cop From Nieman's
Said she wanna kick it with the Keenan
Live forever like Morgan Freeman
Said she wanna experiment with life
Wanna sample my semen
Yeah, kick her to the cement
Yeah this shit I'll do it right
Seen my future
Seen it in the end like super sight
Gotta get up
Run through this shit like exercise
Blow up like dynamite
XXL like super-
Yeah
Post a pic, got girls gassing me
All up on my dick like
That's clean
Show no love, no antidote
Know I cant let these snakes bite
Mean, with a black queen
Baby want cute cuisine
Wanna fuck with me?
Gotta fuck with the team
And hold my machine
My AR-15, and her sister beam
Just to sit with me, huh
Would you let me know if you'd ride for me?
Wanna sit with me
Baby girl direct the scene
Clear the scene
Red tape make them meet the queen
Yeah right
Said you made for me?
Yeah right
Girl I beg you keep your distance please
Ten toes on my feet
And the shit's so clean
Shit look pristine
Match the VVS with the sheets
Cant say no words like Mr. Bean
Cant act skeptic round me
Like
What d'ya mean, what d'ya mean?
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Ansong
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