Cars, bags, house, view
In the night time, she know yelly came out
Yea, bitch you know I’m on the road (Yea)
Ain’t talkin’ bout sellin’ my soul but I’m out of this somethin’
Everytime I come around this lil bitch yea we get to the arguin’, we get to confrontin’
They know I’m the goat wit’ this shit, how I do it they know that it’s hot like a oven (No discussion)
I don’t need no lovin’ (Mmm)
No, I’m just lookin’ for assumptions (Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
Felt like I’m lookin’ for somethin’
Yea but I would not-