Reb3llious - 8pm in Manhattan Beach Lyrics

Shout out to my brother Que Sol for the beat
That's my brudda, forreal forreal

Woah
I don't wanna let you go, I wanna help you glow
Mama told me never be no bitch, or even cuff a hoe
Yo pussy wet? Don't mean imma buy your ass no f*cking boat
That fast money cool, but slow money is gonna help you grow
F*ck it then, Mama
Shit let me know
Tell me who you really are
Like baby what's your real goals?
Do you like the fast cars?
Or you wanna take it slow
Lately I've been making more friends, than I been making songs
Uh, Like what's wrong?
I'm trynna get my mom and grandma a crib, before I'm gone
Like f*ck a loan
My girl so f*cking fine, she look like Nia Long
Baby you might need this song

You might need this song
I was thinking about your ass, and I been alone
I been in the gym, baby I've been getting strong
And I never been no bitch, I never been no hoe
You know how it goes
You know how it goes
Me, Uno, P
Yeah that's how we roll, that's just how we roll
We gon give and go
Look me in my eyes baby
When you at my show
Talking about some buying clothes, baby I'd design yo clothes
Yeah, That's how I roll
That's all I know baby, shit that's all I wrote
Tiger Woods baby I can show you strokes
Just don't tell yo folks
Aye, keep it close
Not your legs baby, you can keep it
Woah
Let's pop some champagne, let's just get it toast
She said my dick too good, and she don't need no rose
Baby look like Rubi Rose