Last night cursed out on my bike
Last night and my nigga had a fight
Last pull up to seven eleven
Slurpee tings you know the settings
Icy with a little bit of flavour
Shades on
Up to bad behaviour
White rum
Inna my cup
Northside ting you know ups
I go in and step out
Watch how we get down
I don't deal with clowns
If they wanna just frown
Imma still make my pounds
If you chasing that bro
You might miss all your goals
Holding on to my soul
He can't leave me alone
Like a dog he looking for bones
Imma do my thang
Watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Peaches
I ain't tryna be peaches
Waiting for dudes just to hop and leap in
To da rescue here he comes
Treat him like he my baby
But he got an old lady
Can't let her go
So we done with that
Zooming fast like flash
Pressure on gas
We ain't looking on back
Rocking fitted dem caps xl throwbacks
Tim's and a ones
We ain't carry guns
Came here to dance and have fun
Funny if you thinking you da one
He still calling
Asking where I'm from
And where am going
If ur man still calling
Then girl you be knowing
Imma do my thang
And watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Bad
Vibes I ain't with it
Pushing me to limit
Only makes me forget
I know you ain't winning
But u see me I'm chilling
Talking to sweet
Got me mad fillings
Two step
Tryna make millions
Invest it back to where we from
Coloured folk on the rise
We be getting shit done
Shine bright like sun
Oh my squad roll deep real homies
So I ain't never really lonely
When times get hard and tuff
Still we ain't missing a beat
Just a try and compete
Maybe make are own fleet
Just one sec hmmm
Let's me get deep
Fame ain't your aim
But say it's part of the game
Even if you acting real lame
Well that's a shame
You can't roll me
Ain't no natural glow baby
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Last night cursed out on my bike
Last night and my nigga had a fight
Last pull up to seven eleven
Slurpee tings you know the settings
Icy with a little bit of flavour
Shades on
Up to bad behaviour
White rum
Inna my cup
Northside ting you know ups
I go in and step out
Watch how we get down
I don't deal with clowns
If they wanna just frown
Imma still make my pounds
If you chasing that bro
You might miss all your goals
Holding on to my soul
He can't leave me alone
Like a dog he looking for bones
Imma do my thang
Watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Peaches
I ain't tryna be peaches
Waiting for dudes just to hop and leap in
To da rescue here he comes
Treat him like he my baby
But he got an old lady
Can't let her go
So we done with that
Zooming fast like flash
Pressure on gas
We ain't looking on back
Rocking fitted dem caps xl throwbacks
Tim's and a ones
We ain't carry guns
Came here to dance and have fun
Funny if you thinking you da one
He still calling
Asking where I'm from
And where am going
If ur man still calling
Then girl you be knowing
Imma do my thang
And watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Bad
Vibes I ain't with it
Pushing me to limit
Only makes me forget
I know you ain't winning
But u see me I'm chilling
Talking to sweet
Got me mad fillings
Two step
Tryna make millions
Invest it back to where we from
Coloured folk on the rise
We be getting shit done
Shine bright like sun
Oh my squad roll deep real homies
So I ain't never really lonely
When times get hard and tuff
Still we ain't missing a beat
Just a try and compete
Maybe make are own fleet
Just one sec hmmm
Let's me get deep
Fame ain't your aim
But say it's part of the game
Even if you acting real lame
Well that's a shame
You can't roll me
Ain't no natural glow baby
Last night and my nigga had a fight
Last pull up to seven eleven
Slurpee tings you know the settings
Icy with a little bit of flavour
Shades on
Up to bad behaviour
White rum
Inna my cup
Northside ting you know ups
I go in and step out
Watch how we get down
I don't deal with clowns
If they wanna just frown
Imma still make my pounds
If you chasing that bro
You might miss all your goals
Holding on to my soul
He can't leave me alone
Like a dog he looking for bones
Imma do my thang
Watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Peaches
I ain't tryna be peaches
Waiting for dudes just to hop and leap in
To da rescue here he comes
Treat him like he my baby
But he got an old lady
Can't let her go
So we done with that
Zooming fast like flash
Pressure on gas
We ain't looking on back
Rocking fitted dem caps xl throwbacks
Tim's and a ones
We ain't carry guns
Came here to dance and have fun
Funny if you thinking you da one
He still calling
Asking where I'm from
And where am going
If ur man still calling
Then girl you be knowing
Imma do my thang
And watch them chase me like
I'm on fire fire
No time for flings
Rolling around doing my ting
I'm on fire fire
Bad
Vibes I ain't with it
Pushing me to limit
Only makes me forget
I know you ain't winning
But u see me I'm chilling
Talking to sweet
Got me mad fillings
Two step
Tryna make millions
Invest it back to where we from
Coloured folk on the rise
We be getting shit done
Shine bright like sun
Oh my squad roll deep real homies
So I ain't never really lonely
When times get hard and tuff
Still we ain't missing a beat
Just a try and compete
Maybe make are own fleet
Just one sec hmmm
Let's me get deep
Fame ain't your aim
But say it's part of the game
Even if you acting real lame
Well that's a shame
You can't roll me
Ain't no natural glow baby
Writer: Braeden Rangno, Camille Brereton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid