Letras
Ice in a book bag, drivin a Hell Kat
Taking your bitch, who the fuck is you mad at?
Talk with your tongue where thee fuck is your uh
Talk with your tongue, where the fuck is your manners at?
She like wow, J.Brown you're my style
Looking at those days, those good old days look at us now
Money on big lil' bitch, I told em go freeze the wrist
Dumb bitch broke my heart, she tried to play me for a kiss
She said I'm doing the most, living my life on the low
I don't need composure, I just need you close
Shawty think that I need her, Michael Jackson
Ima beat it up
They ain't showing love, ain't no love, just
Keep the heater on me
Niggas be talking they fake
Fuck nigga get to the pap
Meet you 45, 45, after eight
Come enjoy the vibes, Cali vibes, M.I.A
Let me see your face, let me see your face, let me see your face
Ice in a book bag, drivin a hell kat
Taking your bitch, who the fuck is you mad
At?
Talk with your tongue where thee fuck is your uh
Talk with your tongue, where the fuck is your manners at?
She like wow, J.Brown you're my style
Looking at those days, those good old days look at us now
Let me see your face, let me see your face, let me see your face
Ice in a book bag, drivin a Hell Kat
Taking your bitch, who the fuck is you mad at?
Talk with your tongue where thee fuck is your uh
Talk with your tongue, where the fuck is your manners at?
She like wow, J.Brown you're my style
Looking at those days, those good old days look at us now
Money on big lil' bitch, I told em go freeze the wrist
Dumb bitch broke my heart, she tried to play me for a kiss
She said I'm doing the most, living my life on the low
I don't need composure, I just need you close