High TYP - Know her way BACK

Baby tell me where
I was really was really scared
Was really scared
Baby tell me where you went
I don't kiss and tell yeah
Baby tell me where you went
I don't need no stress
She never missed you when you left
Cause you are not the first
She might be running to where the money came
She might be running to the boys with the fame
Yeah yeah yeah
She told me she could pull up by the weekend
I told her she could pull up
She come with some few friends
I got some niggas who could pull up in a maybach
Sitting on the vip talking about some acres
I know some niggas who spending all the papers
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
I just want this paper am not running after you
If you think am running
Then am going to be a fool
Everybody i'm going to be grinding
On my lane
Steady and steady
I've been steady stacking paper
I don't want to spend my days on regret
I just want to spend it on a day and enjoyment
Baby tell me where you went oh no
Baby just tell me when you tired of love
Baby just tell me when you tired of love
Tell me when you tired of love
Am tired of this kiss and tell yeah
Baby just tell me when you tired of love
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
Saturday night she's moving like a rager
Chilling on the vip talking about some paper
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
Saturday night she is moving like a rager
Body looking nice it looks amazing
Bottle up some wine
She's going to take in
Bitch could you free my mind
Bitch could you hear me cry
I got reasons why
You got to stay off my life
Cause you aren't going my way
But your body keeps me vibrate
Baby girl you just my taste
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
Saturday night she's moving like a rager
You are tired of all this feeling that i gave
Tired of all this cuddling that i give
Tired of this kiss and in my tell
Tired of the stories i tell in the bed
Tired of this pillows talks that i did
Tired of this struggle that i really did
And everything can really seems to be alright
She got really high
She don't even know her way back
Saturday night she's moving like a rager
Chilling on the vip talking about some paper
Saturday night she don't even know her way back

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