Letras
I know that ya tired of flickin ya bean
You keep taking flicks and you send em to me okay
Mm
Miami don't owe you anything
Those nights we made precious memories okay
Drunk off 4 or 5 shots now
Fuck that shit why stop now
Damn near bout to fall out I'm leaning
Might just crash on yo couch
But I need something to throw down
Ain't nun open but Waffle House I need it
Pull up with that
Yea
Pull up with that gas cause I don't know how you smoking that
Put that shit out
Rosa fought for front but I'm parked out in the back
I ain't tryna chat
I'm like oh no Kai Cenat
Keep spending bread on you imma get you tender
And I look dead at you when you ask me what's for dinner
They're eating the cat
Soak yourself in crystals I know that pussy centered
Good energy you got just what I need
I know that ya tired of flickin ya bean
You keep taking flicks and you send em to me okay
Mm
Miami don't owe you anything
Those nights we made precious memories okay
Drunk off 4 or 5 shots now
Fuck that shit why stop now
Damn near bout to fall out I'm leaning
Might just crash on yo couch
But I need something to throw down
Ain't nun open but Waffle House I need it