Dion corleo - Takeout Lyrics

Don't do delivery, I take out On my own way, now I'm all out
She gon' swallow, till I top out Till I top out
She gon' be bad, but she mad now, uh, uh, uh, uh
My fault, I was wrong, where you gone? Where you gone

I thought you were something special, right? But I was wrong, I was wrong
They call me Mr. Valent, cause I don't care But that bitch, she's a ho, tryna f*ck my
Like, bitch, you ain't my level I tryna save the world like I'm Mervo
Like, word, Thanos, one click, you're Vanos Pussy world, pussy nigga, tryna get the dope

Like, I'ma make it more, I'ma make her
I slap that bitch, she slightly like me more What the whore? Bitch, you a whore
Slap that bitch, ship that shit, we ain't do politics
Slippin' shit, lickin' shit, we ain't do all of this

Around here, we got Glock, we shoot, we ain't cop a lot
I feel like Polo G, we young, black, cop a lot
Don't talk to me, bitch, you talk a lot Like, shut up, and hear me out
Pussy tight, f*ck it all night

Don't do delivery at the cop, on my own way Now I'm all up, she gon' swallow, till I top out
Don't do delivery at the cop, on my own way Now I'm all up, she gon' swallow, till I top out
Me, me and me, that's all I see F*ck the rest, I ain't know who on my list
Tryna get me off my list, I ain't tryna get no bitch

I am fire, as the world is clear, I try to blink
Tryna get my nigga, tryna get my nigga
Tryna get my nigga, tryna get my nigga