Born With Legs
Yea it's just Dre just checking in
I got a plan if you just trust it, the diamonds on him rusty
I can't go back I adjusted, I got percs in my intestines
She got me up
She got me up by the weekend, she brought me out from the deep-end
She asked me do I love her? I told her it depends
Don't talk about what we moving, you probably fuck with feds
They know I hustle baby, we all been born with legs
They got me restless in this booth I've been chewing off the x
And speaking of my ex I'm never texting back that bitch
It feel way better when your money coming back legit
The migos had me in the kitchen whipping up just like a chemist did
I can't hang around niggas they be jealous, on some women shit
Tear drop on my lady, she a felon, not so innocent
Niggas just smoke gas up in the same room ain't no benefit
Ask me how I got up out the trenches, use your mental man
I know niggas who got they hands dirty on some method man
You gotta treat me like a business I use different methods on these man
She know I'm attractive I can get away with murder man
Got me up by the weekend
But can you swim in the deep end? my soul can dance with some demons
She asked me do I love her, I told her it depends
Don't talk about what we moving, you probably fuck with feds
They know I hustle baby we all been born with legs
They got me restless in this booth I've been chewing off the x
And speaking of my ex I'm never texting back that bitch
It feel way better when your money coming back legit
I got a plan if you just trust it, the diamonds on him rusty
I can't go back I adjusted, I got percs in my intestines
She got me up
She got me up by the weekend, she brought me out from the deep-end
She asked me do I love her? I told her it depends
Don't talk about what we moving, you probably fuck with feds
They know I hustle baby, we all been born with legs
They got me restless in this booth I've been chewing off the x
And speaking of my ex I'm never texting back that bitch
It feel way better when your money coming back legit
The migos had me in the kitchen whipping up just like a chemist did
I can't hang around niggas they be jealous, on some women shit
Tear drop on my lady, she a felon, not so innocent
Niggas just smoke gas up in the same room ain't no benefit
Ask me how I got up out the trenches, use your mental man
I know niggas who got they hands dirty on some method man
You gotta treat me like a business I use different methods on these man
She know I'm attractive I can get away with murder man
Got me up by the weekend
But can you swim in the deep end? my soul can dance with some demons
She asked me do I love her, I told her it depends
Don't talk about what we moving, you probably fuck with feds
They know I hustle baby we all been born with legs
They got me restless in this booth I've been chewing off the x
And speaking of my ex I'm never texting back that bitch
It feel way better when your money coming back legit
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Writer(s): Andre Crawford
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