2oogie Howser - U.F.O

That's that. That's gonna be the hardest part of this whole shit
I promise to God
I'm pushing though

UFO in the air, when I get in that mode
Certain things I won't do, live and die by a code
Cover art come from Poland, my bitch Puerto Rican
I'm really the reverend, the rabbi, the deacon

Collateral damage unwanted, then stay out the mix
Nigga's shooting and shoot, they don't care who they hit
So I stay in the stu or the bed with the bitch,
Phone on do not disturb with a blunt on my lips

Guess I'm part of the fam, cause she calling me papi
Yea I got me a girl, but I like to have options
Coincidental, I think not
Blow my nose with a Jackson till I get a Tubman
Tissue next to the bed
She been fucking with two

You want me to move my leg
Nah, I'm comfortable, boo
It's a slippery slope when you dealing with feelings and constantly wondering what you gon' do
Don't plot too long, go make the move

Window open, you just gotta fit in it
I'll take the dope, y'all keep the booze
Grab a fronto it fit like a zip in it
Bottega and Lanvin all over my ligaments

You put on a show, but the plot is irrelevant
I nickname her Keyshia, lil baby is heaven sent
I'm frugal with money, I won't let you smell a cent
Head ain't in my ass, but I think I'm the shit

Can't help it, look who I was raised by
Mama a Leo, and Daddy a Sag
And I'm one of the realest that you gon' encounter
Them not percocets them is over the counters

Only fucked for a month, so I won't even count
It ain't toxic if both us was with it
Full of cap, I start calling them fitted
They wanna steal my steez and watch my cheese and jock my lingo

She like going out, buy four, five shots, tees white like gringo
I do her, and then I go do me
Detachin' easy, say I'm damaged
She won't build me up like construendo

UFO in the air, when I get in that mode
Certain things I won't do, live and die by a code
Cover art come from Poland, my bitch Puerto Rican
I'm really the reverend, the rabbi, the deacon

Collateral damage unwanted, then stay out the mix
Nigga's shooting and shoot, they don't care who they hit
So I stay in the stu or the bed with the bitch,
Phone on do not disturb with a blunt on my lips

Written by:
Jamar Yarbrough II

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