By You,
This ain't fucking high school
We ain't learning in no class
You can go and kiss my ass
Pressuring me like you is some gas
Give me an eighth and a half
I feel like Suppahbad bring that thang here
Let me whisper in your ear
And lemme make some shit clear
I ain't fucking with the rumors
And I been through the tears
And if another nigga cross me
It's gonna be someone career, like
I don't fight
And I get my money right
And I keep my thang tight
In a tight rubber band
What you thought?
Goodnight (Goodnight)
You see what I mean
When I do what I say
And I say it on sight (facts)
But talking on sight
Meet me on your first flight
Then we kiss
And reminisce under the moonlight
Champagne table,
While we talk about being stable
Knowing damn well it won't change
Into no fable, Uh
I do it when I shouldn't
Spicy little nigga got
Some ass like it's puddin
Don't call my phone
When I'm in the kitchen cookin
I can see you takin a lookin'
Chocolate bar like ya bookings, uh
I protect that
Gotta get my set back
Every single setback
Turn into an hijack
Mines is on a high rack
A higher education
Smoking like I'm on a little
Higher elevation
By You,
This ain't fucking high school
We ain't learning in no class
You can go and kiss my ass
Pressuring me like you is some gas
Give me an eighth and a half
No tittes I'm a nigga
But my waist thin
He said you only twenty
What you wasting?
Get ya paper shake ya ass
Like Bassin
The spliff ain't the only thing
He facing