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Dont have no babies to this song...or do... its all good

I dont do innanet
I dont do indirect
When I see you, you give me that feelin like socks on the ceiling
we bouta go inna back
I know that my sin in tact
Expensively intimate
It might be a little tax
he want it for the free
Oh, where the fun in that?
imma toss u the fee
aint no refunding that
Im giving u fevers like summer back
surfin ya hands like its summer jam
I got the bass for the drummer pack
I light a match to the dumbest gas
u would think it was a bum in class
roll with the wolves in the highest grass
and oh its a full moon
abc-eent you all alone
d-light when you hit my phone
I aint got no minutes tho
but they say when you in Rome
Let the locals put you on

hook: Me gone lay you down to sleep
With tough love and a lot of U-N-O
You gone feel these x-y-z's
Until the sun creepin up to the window

If I had a chance to teach a real nigga boot camp
I could fuck around and sell a book on this shit like food stamps
Panaram around me, only fam around me
Been in good mood, u could fall through
Like phones in the front seat
Lemme know when to call you
V-I at the W
Discussing xyz with you
Got my cleats on and Im diggin you
Ready for whatever, in the field no helmet,
stepping warrior girl when I shoot Im Stephen
Wam bam thank you ma'am
I give you this mammogram for the free
Cant swim you bound to drizzown
Menace the dennis (dentist) I'll whiten ya teeth
Smoking these papers you biting them sheets
The only we is the weed
I cant be what you want me
To be, capiche?

[prod. by THEMPEOPLE ]

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