Yoink_wp - SOBER (Deep Version)

Feel like my heart getting colder
Mama know her son been a soilder
Chilling in the crib it smell sober
So I'm finna roll a
And I ain't got the time I can't hold ya
I ain't got the time I can't hold ya
Gotta hit the road
Cuh I'm chasing gold
Shit get dusty
Ain't never getting tired of serving custies
Hella bitches lust me
Tell me girl
How tf you trust
Just tell me girl how tf you trust me
Is cuz I break yo back Up
Or make you calm down
When you act up
Let you hold my pound
Let you pack up
Maybe it's the small Shit
You the one I always keep it tall wit
The one that I'll always keep it tall wit

Just Sit yo ass down and listen
Cool out with all that bitching
Don't give af Dm or a tweet
That's not to mention
Why you acting like you ain't the one with my attention
Like it ain't criss cross apple sauce
When I put you in them position
Let it ain't meal prep
When we be fucking not the kitchen
Talking shit sushi
I'm talking raw shit sushi

Written by:
Tykhir Deveaux

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