Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Rec League, I ain't handball
Y'all be string like a broke guitar
And I still put it down like the family dog
Yeah. I murder some, I murder one
Explain it all, Ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the same old love song
Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on
Yeah what you saying to it?
Old money look no money don't do it
Nigga coming round in they lane like a Huey
And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty
(At her booty) So ratchet now
They wanna smoke niggas, but they Black & Mild
So we opted out
Ok cool
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Blue drink by the bouquet
'Til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday
(Can I have some?)
#NiggasBeLike
Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite
And I said what I felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they can't hold me
Shrooms a lot, drop something
I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers
I scortch women, I'm turnt up
Gut niggas, so curb balling
Elle Varner got a crush on him
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that
Too true like 2 Chainz
Blue blood like Wolf Gang
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
compositores: TAIWO HASSAN, KEHINDE HASSAN, ALESSIA PATRIZIA DEGASPERIS, DONALD GLOVER
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