On My Mind Valentine
(专辑: October 34th - 2019)
You Tripi, baby Better off dead, nigga Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a
nigga being real kind Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah We could be cool, but my instincts feel you might fold Got a
better chance walking in with a
blindfold Young nigga just too hardheaded, don't do shit I'm told Why the
fuck you so uptight, bitch? Can't even take a
joke Gon' have to get her act right, stroke, stroke, stroke And the
coupe, let's take a
stroll Let's talk about your goals Baby, just play your part Baby, just play your role Sneaking in a
show, and conceal my pole Run up, get that roll Ain't no mercy, I
don't troll Got old money, got old bread, yeah, that shit like mold Know I'm 'bout my roll Stars in the
roof in the
Rolls That's just how I
roll, that's just how I
roll Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a
nigga being real kind Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll, I
could bang with her [?] get cash mail, none of you niggas can interfere Bitches call me weird but in they belly, know I'm sincere Chandelier all in my ears, boy, I
can't even hear Saint Nick, bagging all these hoes, call me John Deer Two Becky's, I'm with two Bonnie's, hop out Brittney Spears Hella zooted, I
be dummy booted, I
can't even steer How I'm seeing double off the
shits, at least my vision clear I'ma double the
money up then I'ma flip it Ain't pick up the
phone so she think I'm with bitches Say you gotta live for me, go 'head and pitch in Talking 'bout smoke, okay, cool, I'ma Bic' it Boys in the
hood, most these niggas like Ricky I
keep that Glizzy, that Glizzy, that Glizzy He look lit on the
grind but shows only quick 'Cause these niggas be capping, can't even sell tickets Baby, you on my mind, got me going in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a
nigga being real kind Spending my money and time, let's get lost and age like wine I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I
was thinking 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah