Cameron $wavey - STAY CLOSE (feat. G KA$H)
Shawty hit me up when she tryna fuck
We booted off the drugs we don't fall in love
I just poured a eight in some purple stuff
Addicted to them bands baby throw it up
I told you to stay close oh but you got left behind yeah
I'm done with these fake hoes, they be fuckin' with my mind yeah (Mind yeah)
(They be fuckin' with my mind yeah)
(They be fuckin' with my mind yeah)
Yeah
Bad bitch, I was fucking with her mind (With her mind)
Plus her body so we fucking all the time (So we fucking all the time)
And she bout it, know she coming every time (I know she coming every time)
I know she bout it cause she coming every time (Every time)
I know her body, had to learn it over time (Over time)
I make her finish then we going overtime (Overtime)
Over, and over, and over, and over, overtime
Finished four, you know we gotta go to five (Gotta go to five)
But now I'm on a different type of time (Type of time)
I get to dipping, back to work, you know the grind (I can't let ya)
I'm fucking with you, but can't let you slow the grind (I can't let ya)
Time is money, I spent too much on a dime (On a dime)
I was tripping, took a penny for a dime (For a dime)
Should've seen it, I was blind
But I'm back like I left some (Yeah)
I let it go, and now it's back, I don't stress none (I don't stress)
I'm tryna hit her from the back, i'm tryna stretch some', stretch some
I'm tryna hit her from the back, I'm tryna stretch some' (Tryna do it)
You said need love, come and get some (You said you need love?)
I be thinking bout the bread like lemme get some (Lemme get it)
And I be thinking bout the head like lemme get some (Lemme get it)
If she asking too much questions, tell her guess some' (Tell her guess some)
You know I need you when the stress come
So I tell send a text or some', baby press some', press some'
Send a text, some'
Press some'
My nigga behind bars so I press one
Every time I hear Securus calls, imma press one, press one (Gotta press one)
Yeah
Yeah
99 problems, never sweat none
She say I'm a dog, but every time she tryna pet some, pet some
Posted on the block like a stop sign
Posted in the trenches with some felons on the Southside
We know you not getting bands cause you not trying
Got a new Glock on my hip like I stop crime
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings and you not fine
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, girl I'm not trying
I know you heard that shit before I say it more times
I'm off the purple stuff you know I'm pouring more lines
I told you to stay close, oh but you got left behind yeah
I'm done with these fake hoes, they be fucking with my mind, yeah
Written by:
Garrett Sheehan, Kerole Jean Baptiste
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