Letras
You know
Peep it
She got a couple of secrets
Look
She got a couple of secrets
She only want me for the weekend
She like to swim in the deep end
She know me and shawty is beefing
Peep it
Only want me for the creeping
Text me like you sleeping
Nah love where we meeting
Tip toe like im sneaking
Hit the mall holding hands
Shopping
Jim jones ballin
Huggin niggas i ignore it
All that drama i aint for it
Hit the hotel
Popa perk and
Zone in
Kush blunts she rolling
Murda that wap till the mornin
Smoking hookah while she moaning
Piff blunts im on it
Her phone ping
Dont even bother
Entanglement
Feel like im august
Real shit
Im just being modest
We chop it up
She aint in my pockets
She rubbing my back
Im counting the profits
Knock at the door
Like nigga who knocking
She threw me the strap
I load it and cocked it
It was the maid
I was ready to rock shit