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I gotta thing for this nigga
We don't touch he be fucking my mind Up
He don't care if we eating at Ruth Chris he don't Mind if I'm pushing a Honda Oh Ohhhh
He intelligent
You can't treat em like these other Niggas (I know) He got money but Don't need to put on a show
And I know he the one
But I be from the four
What's the word of day
Let me teach you a thing or few
Put you on game
He say he from streets I ask em do he Bang
He say say what do it matter
Just know Ian lame
And I'm riding with 4 or 5 niggas
Who acting insane and we move like The mob and We deep like wutang
You know she in love when she using Yo slang
Put the Glock in my purse
I'll do anything for this nigga
He raw with the shit we ain't using no Filter
Daydreaming bout the day we gone be Richer don't Trip over bitches that's Liking your picture
I'm the one you be rubbing your feet On
I got your back I know you got my Front I'm Protecting your heart like Some motherfucking Teflon
And he don't play his ol lady you step To me wrong Fuck around and stepped On
I gotta thing for this nigga
We don't touch he be fucking my mind Up
He don't care if we eating at Ruth Chris he don't Mind if I'm pushing a Honda Oh Ohhh
He intelligent
You can't treat em like these other Niggas (I know) He got money
But don't need to put on a show
And I know he the one but I be from The four
I be from the 4
Where these niggas slime u just for the Low
I put up a bag for sum shit and sum mo I ain gettin no Pleasure from Impressing hoes
I only got eyes for you
Go out my way beat the ods for you
Go to war kill all the opps for you
When it's all said and done I'll die for You
Take a shot for you
I'm flabbergasted by your essence
I wish u could view yourself
From my perspective you're so much More than I Expected it ain nun extra I Want your presence
Dgaf who u textin