Y1 - Can We All Get Along (feat. Reese)

Can we get along and leave home all the drama
My child's mother got demoted to a baby momma ma-momma
And I don't even like that word forreal
Truth to be told dat bitch be gettin on my nerves for real
Had to block her from the boom because my words too real
Now she listen to him and her, fuck what you heard for real
Them games you play, and childish ways, you need to curve forreal
Or we'll be up in court, like b2k, you can get served for real
I got a nine millimeter named after my daughter
Fuck it being hard out her for a pimp, try being a good father
They want to holler when they see you bout that might dollar
Send you naked pictures, tell you come over l, and ask like for hundred dollars
I don't play whit deez bitches, Mamma D said away whit deez bitches
I don't stay whit deez bitches, I'm all bout my chips, so I don't frito lay whit deez bitches
(UGH, UGH)
I just spent a thousand on my diesel
Told her throw it back like it's evizu
If it ain't bounty child I see you when I see you
I'm movin in to the next bitch, and if the next bitch, happen to be someone you had sex whit
(No regrets)
It ain't no disrespect no way, no not at all
Thought you should know before we have to get the cops involved

Can we all, just get along
Roll a thousand blunts and hit a million bongs
I'm just tryna keep the peace now
So what's whit all the fuck you's and fuck me's now
Can we all, just get along
And if we can't, just leave me alone
Just leave me alone

If it ain't bout my baby momma it's another woman when I'm tryna get in my zone
I be having to cut off my phone, cuz deez hoes won't leave me alone
No debating bitch, I'm on vacation bitch, from what relationships
It's crazy how a chick Can take da dick better than take a hint
(Aww)
I don't want no relations, i just copped a new crib and it's spacious
I done came along way from the basement, that's ya girl nah we sexually dating
She be lighting up my call log, once I giver her this dick she gon call off
In in her candy shop once her panties drop
My candy rain she lick it aaaall off
And that's nasty, hashtag reasons why I'm smashing
If she pregnant turn into Michael trapson
Call her Billie jean and start dabbin
This what happen, when you mad and you get in the booth with the pen and start spazzing
And you don't give a fuck what they say, who they are, cuz you have no regard for your actions
I ain't got no filter nigga, last name ain't smith but I will deliver
Talbayne a mortician, whit the drums n kicks, so embalm this bitch cuz I killed it nigga
Fucks I give bout zero nigga, so don't try to play me for a fraud
Cuz it's all fun n games, till I pull up the screen shots of ya broad whit my cock in her jaw

Can we all, just get along
Roll a thousand blunts and hit a million bongs
I'm just tryna keep the peace now
So what's whit all the fuck you's and fuck me's now
Can we all, just get along
And if we can't, just leave me alone
Just leave me alone

Written by:
Nicolas Pullen

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