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Postman

 

Postman

(アルバム: First Quarter - 2021)


Woah, yes, wait a minute, Mister Postman
Wait, Mister Postman

Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?

I gave you my heart, but forgot to mention, be loving too hard
Been down from the start, but you do enough 'cause you caught you a star
Just know who you are, yeah
And you'll go really far, yeah, yeah
Some days I be wishing I'm dead
Can't be bitching, I must get this bread
But I keep that shit on the low
I might go a few days and make no posts
They like, "Where the fuck did you go?"
But right now I gotta deal with a boatload
Forever gon' love all my bros
'Less some niggas be breaking the bro code
Man, I put that shit on my soul
We never gon' love on these hoes
These bitches be doing the most, yeah

Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?

Yeah, yeah
And all I know
Is that she needs the postman, postman, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

They say I look just like my mama
But I get to start tripping and act like my papa
I put a whole lot in this chopper
Or I might just sit back, make a call to my shotter
I go hard in the paint like I'm Waka
All you niggas be smoking that flakka
Tell her throw it with no hands, Waka Flocka
She wanna romance 'cause I got lot of dollars
Go through this shit day to day
Out the hood, give a fuck what a hater say
I been good 'cause they know that I paved the way
Light a 'Wood for my niggas that fade away
Wish I could, then I would known a greater day
I be rocking that Bathing Ape
While your nigga be rocking that shit off the layaway
Wanna drip, gotta pay to play
And you know I be tribulation when the paper lay, yeah

Shown up, shorty thought I was the postman (Yeah)
Showed up and she throw it back with no hands (Oh)
Hold up, I ain't never needed no man (Yeah)
Pour up, why you counting up with both hands?

Yeah, yeah
And all I know
Is that she needs the postman, postman, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Hey, Mister Postman, look and see (Woah, yeah)
Is there a letter in your bag for me? (Please, please, Mister Postman)
'Cause it's been a mighty long time (Woah, yeah)
Since I heard from this boyfriend of mine

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