(You could be the one)
(See you in the midnight moon)
(What if it all came true)
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They left me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for
Me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave
Now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
Like, hold on, mama
This a slow song, mama
I send her off, I tell her, go long, mama
Pushin' V8s, til I strip the clutch
She doin' lines, I'm sippin' sizzy
Know it's dangerous, but that shit a rush
Back on the ropes, had to finesse it, real nigga touch
Yeah
Niggas ain't blackballed
Man, you niggas suck
I be floatin' on beats
24k, gold rope when I speak
Cain't die on my cuban link, got too much motion
Plus the bitches done got friendly, now they hopin' we speak
Swing to my dawg like he open for three
She f*ck on him to send a message off the muscle
Ion feel y'all
Hated on, got it out the mud, I see y'all still y'all
Throwin' ones, man, the strippers wanna kill y'all
Doin' donuts, burnin' rubber, then I peel off
Thought her ex-nigga was eatin
I for real ball
(You could be the)
VVS around her neck, we never leakin, nigga
F*ck her good, she lose her mind, she never leavin, nigga
Bad bitches blocked again, we ain't speakin
Outta town, I'm in yo city, where you at, I need it
Bitch, I'm really Himothy, my f*ckin' heart freezin
Ain't no need for amends, I'm flyin' out this weekend
I was in the cut with savage niggas f*ckin' schemin
Cut her off for no reason
Rollie don't say shit, it don't tick, it ain't speakin
Adderall and dirty Sprite when a nigga peein
I was breakin' bitches, had to pay me just to hit it
Had some cases, paid a lawyer, never spoke and got acquitted
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They let me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave, now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
(Hold on mama)
Hold on mama
Send her off, I tell her, go long mama
(Could be the)
(All these memories)
(You could be the one, see you in the)
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(You could be the one)
(See you in the midnight moon)
(What if it all came true)
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They left me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for
Me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave
Now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
Like, hold on, mama
This a slow song, mama
I send her off, I tell her, go long, mama
Pushin' V8s, til I strip the clutch
She doin' lines, I'm sippin' sizzy
Know it's dangerous, but that shit a rush
Back on the ropes, had to finesse it, real nigga touch
Yeah
Niggas ain't blackballed
Man, you niggas suck
I be floatin' on beats
24k, gold rope when I speak
Cain't die on my cuban link, got too much motion
Plus the bitches done got friendly, now they hopin' we speak
Swing to my dawg like he open for three
She f*ck on him to send a message off the muscle
Ion feel y'all
Hated on, got it out the mud, I see y'all still y'all
Throwin' ones, man, the strippers wanna kill y'all
Doin' donuts, burnin' rubber, then I peel off
Thought her ex-nigga was eatin
I for real ball
(You could be the)
VVS around her neck, we never leakin, nigga
F*ck her good, she lose her mind, she never leavin, nigga
Bad bitches blocked again, we ain't speakin
Outta town, I'm in yo city, where you at, I need it
Bitch, I'm really Himothy, my f*ckin' heart freezin
Ain't no need for amends, I'm flyin' out this weekend
I was in the cut with savage niggas f*ckin' schemin
Cut her off for no reason
Rollie don't say shit, it don't tick, it ain't speakin
Adderall and dirty Sprite when a nigga peein
I was breakin' bitches, had to pay me just to hit it
Had some cases, paid a lawyer, never spoke and got acquitted
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They let me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave, now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
(Hold on mama)
Hold on mama
Send her off, I tell her, go long mama
(Could be the)
(All these memories)
(You could be the one, see you in the)
(See you in the midnight moon)
(What if it all came true)
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They left me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for
Me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave
Now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
Like, hold on, mama
This a slow song, mama
I send her off, I tell her, go long, mama
Pushin' V8s, til I strip the clutch
She doin' lines, I'm sippin' sizzy
Know it's dangerous, but that shit a rush
Back on the ropes, had to finesse it, real nigga touch
Yeah
Niggas ain't blackballed
Man, you niggas suck
I be floatin' on beats
24k, gold rope when I speak
Cain't die on my cuban link, got too much motion
Plus the bitches done got friendly, now they hopin' we speak
Swing to my dawg like he open for three
She f*ck on him to send a message off the muscle
Ion feel y'all
Hated on, got it out the mud, I see y'all still y'all
Throwin' ones, man, the strippers wanna kill y'all
Doin' donuts, burnin' rubber, then I peel off
Thought her ex-nigga was eatin
I for real ball
(You could be the)
VVS around her neck, we never leakin, nigga
F*ck her good, she lose her mind, she never leavin, nigga
Bad bitches blocked again, we ain't speakin
Outta town, I'm in yo city, where you at, I need it
Bitch, I'm really Himothy, my f*ckin' heart freezin
Ain't no need for amends, I'm flyin' out this weekend
I was in the cut with savage niggas f*ckin' schemin
Cut her off for no reason
Rollie don't say shit, it don't tick, it ain't speakin
Adderall and dirty Sprite when a nigga peein
I was breakin' bitches, had to pay me just to hit it
Had some cases, paid a lawyer, never spoke and got acquitted
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
I be slidin' through the trenches doli
(You could be the)
Ion show no love
They let me down on my ass, that shit got tricky, made it hard for me to open up
Now the bad bitches tag along, tryna go with us
Bitch use to leave, now she talkin' imported rush
I'm overseas, makin' plans to decorate, I had to slow it up
(Hold on mama)
Hold on mama
Send her off, I tell her, go long mama
(Could be the)
(All these memories)
(You could be the one, see you in the)
Writer: Ian Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid