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Trevor Jackson

Warning

 

Warning

(альбом: Rough Drafts, Pt. 2 - 2019)


Look at my chain, look at my wrist
Look at my gang, look at my clique
We go insane, on asylum shit
And we make a mess, on some childish shit
And we'll never change
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that's a warning
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it
Cause she love to dance
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning
That's just a warning
Cause we run the game

If you don't have no baby
Girl I'm tryna have yo baby
Know I'm too young for a kid
But still I'm a have yo baby
I'm on the way to your crib, I pulled up in overalls
She take me straight to the head, I'm just like that Tylenol
Before we go further can you put away yo camera
Then later that night, I put that ass on camera
317 with this shit, trapping with the Chevy, I'm the man
God did really have a plan
That's why I'm cooking these niggas like spam in the can

Chain, look at my wrist
Look at my gang, look at my clique
We go insane, on asylum shit
And we make a mess, on some childish shit
And we'll never change
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that's a warning
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it
Cause she love to dance
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning
That's just a warning
Cause we run the game

You was worth 300 cents
I am worth 300 M's
All you women just wanna get in
All you niggas just wanna be friends
No thanks, don't need ya, I'm in a two seater
With a bad Boniqua, she's on bended knee
She might just turn this boy into a man
But I'm like Peter Pan, I'll never grow up
These old niggas Captain Hook tryna keep me down
It's not my fault the game chewed you up and then spit you out
Calm down
And just look at my

Chain, look at my wrist
Look at my gang, look at my clique
We go insane, on asylum shit
And we make a mess, on some childish shit
And we'll never change
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that's a warning
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it
Cause she love to dance
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning
That's just a warning
Cause we run the game

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