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I ain't tell you one time baby I told you twice
And it's 3 in the mornin', I came in the crib just to cut off all the lights
And I cut some candles on, so baby I can come and hold you tight
Ion even wanna argue lil baby, I just wanna tell you that you right
Ion even wanna argue lil baby, I just wanna put you in some new ice
We could go ahead catch a new flight
Fuck all the dumb shit, go and get fried
And I'm on that real shit, can see it in my eyes
Beatin' my heart wanna see a surprise
Tell me what you see in me when I slide
Get you rollin' off of the beans yeah we high
B LAV is the cleanest guy
I be givin' all the fiends the supplies
Sweet pussy Saturday I feel like Plies
Ran outta weed put the roaches together
Shout out to LAMBO I feel like Mayweather
I wanted you but she was way better
And I can't lie bae I way to clever
Baby Im way too swift
I been pushin' them packs all day them fiends they need a hit
My bitch call when she need to drip
Hit B LAV he serve me a zip
I pop out the cut like a barber lil bitch
These n**** is fake they be copyin' shit
Sittin' on they ass they be watchin' and shit
N**** be out here watchin' my moves
No this not rap it's a poem Haiku
I stay blessed like I sneezed or I said achu
This time bout me baby no it's not you
I be so high I might land on the roof
How the fuck we fit all these hoes in a coupe
One sat on my lap head out the sun roof
If 12 hit the lights disappear like poof
Told the bitch give becky and give me some room
I just popped the x and I mixed it with shrooms
I was geekin' all night I ain't know what to do
I don't need one n**** I need a few
You gotta move different when they notice you
I've been a smart n**** I just act a fool
B LAV told me chill almost popped a dude
he said damn LAMBO fuck wrong with you
Man, fuck is wrong with this nut ass n****
Tryna get racks make the stacks look bigger
We flippin' packs till the packs get bigger
I keep a hood bitch some like Rah Digga
Ion know why I said that n**** go figure
Early in the mornin' don't wanna hear shit
I just wanna chill I wanna get in ya
Back in the day use to live in Virgina
More deep in the land not close to the beach
If you come in my crib prolly holdin' the heat
If you sit on my couch prolly holdin' your feet
N**** don't know bout LAV in the streets
I can keep you close quit acting with me
I can see you from far quite accurately
I be so mad that I crashed the V
I be so mad that I crashed in the seat (phew)