LET ME KNOW!!?
I got hella motion
So why the fuck would I be stuck inside my feelin's?
Check my phone in a second
I got do not disturb on, please leave me a message
Who am I fumble a bad bitch?
Even if I did she wouldn't leave me cause I'm rich
I pop the bitch just like I pop a pimple
Yeah I fuck her so she can get rid of all her troubles
Damn, I've been flowin' way too hard
That lil' bitch is my porn star
Pull up in a Rover that's a car
Play golf with the bitch I'ma kick her out the park
Afterwards ima play her just like a card
I'm finna serve her like we at a bar
But I'm playin' with the bitch so don't take it to the heart
I'm a grave digger I dig up your grave
You got the fake bands get out my face
You got fake fans anyway
You don't get loved everyday
You see I get money and you don't
I get pussy and you don't
I talk shit cause that's something I own
I got the rights on my phone
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let me
Let me know
Let me
Tell me who do you see
Tell me who you gon' save
Will you let me breathe?
Tell me who you love, I hope that it's me
I'm a sad soul, I need your company
'Cause I'm dying
You right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You right
Take my hand and tell me
How much you want me
Let me know
Do you really want me
Let me know
Would you love me
Tell me
Would you die for me
Tell me
Would you lie for me
So why the fuck would I be stuck inside my feelin's?
Check my phone in a second
I got do not disturb on, please leave me a message
Who am I fumble a bad bitch?
Even if I did she wouldn't leave me cause I'm rich
I pop the bitch just like I pop a pimple
Yeah I fuck her so she can get rid of all her troubles
Damn, I've been flowin' way too hard
That lil' bitch is my porn star
Pull up in a Rover that's a car
Play golf with the bitch I'ma kick her out the park
Afterwards ima play her just like a card
I'm finna serve her like we at a bar
But I'm playin' with the bitch so don't take it to the heart
I'm a grave digger I dig up your grave
You got the fake bands get out my face
You got fake fans anyway
You don't get loved everyday
You see I get money and you don't
I get pussy and you don't
I talk shit cause that's something I own
I got the rights on my phone
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let me
Let me know
Let me
Tell me who do you see
Tell me who you gon' save
Will you let me breathe?
Tell me who you love, I hope that it's me
I'm a sad soul, I need your company
'Cause I'm dying
You right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You right
Take my hand and tell me
How much you want me
Let me know
Do you really want me
Let me know
Would you love me
Tell me
Would you die for me
Tell me
Would you lie for me
Credits
Writer(s): Hugo Flores
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