Absolut-P - The 1'z (feat. Kevycantfeel)

She wanna slide?
(Uh-oh, close the door)
I been sippin’ drinks, I been mixing drinks
I been on my lonely, don’t care what you think
Shawty stay coming through, she know what I’mma do
Faded, out with the crew, only time I misuse
No I can’t feel nothing, no I can’t feel nothing
She wanna feel somethin, I make her feel something
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
(Uh oh, close the door)
Off designer drugs, I just feel in love
She keep fucking up, ain’t no trusting her
Entertain your lady, that’s just how god made me
Entertaining daily, she wanna have my babies
I can’t feel nothing, I can’t feel nothing
She want me to stay but I’m a business man
Umm, we the only ones fucked up in the building
Umm, we the only ones higher than the ceiling
Umm, actin like they know, but don’t the feeling
Umm, we the only ones down to play the villains
I been sippin drinks, I been mixing drinks
I been on my lonely, don’t care what you think
Shawty stay coming through, she know what I’mma do
Faded, out with the crew, only time I misuse
No I can’t feel nothing, no I can’t feel nothing
She wanna feel somethin, I make her feel something
Aye, aye, aye
Pshh
Mpsa shit forever ever, you know how I’m rockin
What up Kevy
(Uh-oh, close the door)
We the only ones turned up in the building
Make her sit down on the dick, so she can feel it
Her ex was a cappin nigga, she ain’t used to no realist
That ain’t molly that you on, that’s a muscle relaxer
Aye, aye, aye
Niggas think they drugs designer, but they off brand
Yo boy think he got good shit, nigga got that bum equipment
Yo best friend is Stuart Little, yeah ya nigga a little rat
Probably smoking dank dope in your cul-de-sac
Drug combo give ya heart attack
I ain’t even worrying about you to react
I ain’t even gonna worry about what them drugs do to you, I don’t really fuck with you like that
Kevy can’t feel, and I’m numb like I took a whole bunch of quaaludes
Aye, I’m off edibles with a bad bitch, and she can’t cook
Nigga, I don’t know, I ain’t seen her, aye, she a looker
Aye what Biggie Shorty say, just cause she dress like a hooker, don’t mean she a hooker
Aye, you gotta pay how you play, and if you ain’t gonna pay, then nigga, you ain’t gonna get her
Aye, I got beans on me, I’m a farmer
She call me Papi like I’m her father
She think she a promoter, she posted some flyers
Why nobody show up at that bar though
My dick, and drugs, heavy like cargo
That ain’t yo Vlone, nigga that’s borrowed
All these niggas looking tacky like tacks
I’m with Kevy Ocho, rolling out the sack
We the only ones fucked up in the building, that’s why we got the dope in here
Aye, nah, you can’t hit on my sack, nigga what you got on my twenty twin twin

Written by:
Kevy Ocho, Stevin Taylor

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