suki - Fr

(Dan)
(Oh, swear you ain't even know)
Yeah, ah
And this bitch wanna try and suck my soul for real (real, huh)
Niggas been knew I get racks, don't need no deal
I might just cop me a body
Nigga wanna talk on the gang, might do that drill
I got her touching my body
I got his hoe giving brain, don't get yours spilled
I got a drum in the tommy
My nigga bury your mans, he stay in that field (oh)
And my old bitch wanna come back, like how you feel? (yeah woah)
I'm tryna get just like Richard I need me a mill
When I'm up, Imma take whole gang
Split them racks, I ain't got no chill
She wanna give me her love, that shit ain't real (yeah, real)
She wanna fuck this shit up, she here for them bills
I stay ten toes, niggas know I cannot trip bout a hoe for real
Imma stay closed, no I cannot open up it ain't Dr. Phil
Got like ten hoes, I only fit one inside of the Vette for real
Still the same goals, Imma keep chasing the dream till I make it real
I hit them angles, she wanna make it a movie I got the film
It ain't the same woah, I been thinking bout a lot since you ain't here no
(Like R.I.P Iso nigga, I miss you for real)
Oh, yeah I told her "stay from the drugs"
She wanna party with us
That shit ain't never enough
And I promise if you get addicted to the drugs, then you gone be fucked
Girl its a long way from the outside
Where we standing right now
But if you find me, I'll be right here
And I'll never let you go (oh)
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
And this bitch wanna try and suck my soul for real (oh no)
Niggas been knew I get racks, don't need no deal
I might just cop me a body
Nigga wanna talk on the gang, might do that drill
I got her touching my body
I got his hoe giving brain, don't get yours spilled

Written by:
Donovan Whitfield

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