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Armani White

2Maro

 

2Maro

(album: Keep In Touch - 2019)


I did it by myself, Hey! When y'all niggas gon leave me 'lone
Send out a hit out and quit while ahead, then get out of bed, Jeep Jeep's home
Flex up bull, how long is y'all niggas gonna keep yelling y'all next up for?
I had the Roc on reflux, the drop on Beats 1, and a check to cover everything I wrecked on tour
Winnebago flyin, state yo crime: a fake dope guy with a draco line
Still, I pay they no mind, even bae treat every text back like a Drake co-sign
When a popular tenant, Pop independent
Mom chain popped, got my pop in a pendant
The bomb Klay Thompson had dropped from the bench got the population popping with unpopular opinions
Slow Down, Little Bastard
If I could change the date make the same mistakes a little faster
Clear that crowd, I need room in here!
Got a strand a gram that I'm grooming here, till the room is clear
I'm using theirs
Or fuck inside this photo booth and send them nudes as souvenirs
Free my team
On a clean white tee
Hit the crop and box then get the 3 x 3
I let him rock and jock and hit the key like me
Shit, even I'm still tryna be like me
Feel like I'm boosting up the lungs
Give that drummer some
I Got 20 on a trampoline, Japenese
Couldn't strap the team if I ain't have that jumper son/16

I need a job, I need a ride, said I need patience
My priorities need straightening a bit
Still ain't handle my car note
Still ain't cancel my card though
Should be plans about our goals
Chalk those, said I'll do all that shit tomorrow

I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (got the fever)
I want it (I need ya I need ya)
Say Lord have mercy, all this luxury purchased
Told me I'm old enough that my wants and needs shouldn't hurt me

Slow Down
I got 21 patients all they wanna play is Cole now
Anything just to keep a balance
Went from "bad, black" with the links surround
To Dad hats, snapchats & adidas garments
Mixed drink, get pink and a pinky promise
If you can hit three lines I'll think about It
One time for the plug though
I had to flush them down when (Run it back)
Exhibit A: Pimping tape months from now
Even the west coast accustomed now
Packing a best friend, pack of excedrin, A packet of Pac Hewlett-Packard expressions
From The 5'2, Badu ain't the only one that Fuck 3 stacks, Up, come back with a Seven
Woosah!
Handle the light work
Foot on the heat
Got her hand on the sideburns
Cannon to "Cam on" to stand on the planet I can't put your man on
Aye hang on, It's my turn
Blue Check
You can't dream over the browser
Blue Sets
Juice, and bring over your founder
Two Left
Cook and clean home on the count of the
Tsu Chef
Still get lean over the counter
Mm! Been around the world again, shook hands and hold bunches
Still in the city where Apollo creed ain't landing no punches
Jump In, I gotta contra-confidante
I ain't had an "Off" line in time since Tom forgot his Myspace
Conquered concerts: Conscious, calm, to Kanye
And stomp the comp till momma tried to stop me

I need a job, I need a ride, said I need patience
My priorities need straightening a bit
Still ain't handle my car not
Still ain't cancel my card though
Should be plans about our goals
Chalk those, said I'll do all that shit tomorrow

I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (got the fever)
I want it (I need ya I need ya)
Say Lord have mercy, all this luxury purchased
Told me I'm old enough that my wants and needs shouldn't hurt me

Girl you my matinee, chatty bae, saturn ring, kinda thing
Let's snap until the weekend end and act like it's a Saturday
You don't know your worth yet girl...
How I'm suppose to know
I bomb it open though, vamanos the show, she lick the tip I'll send The envelope to go
WOW! I might be still In the hype then
Sound bites got me feeling like Tyson (Fight!)
I made Evander faces and them "Child of God's got emancipated
I can't weather no difference, Job ain't better my business
Forget it I still got all my life to make better decisions
(I'll do all that shit tomorrow)

I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (no I need ya)
I want it (got the fever)
I want it (I need ya I need ya)
Say Lord have mercy, all this luxury purchased
Told me I'm old enough that my wants and needs shouldn't hurt me

done

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