got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back, right?) Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya Keep it looking hood for ya, and, shawty, if you don't
off, don't apply to me, I'm thinkin 10 a day Anyhow, anyway, niggas out here actin gay Point em out, line em up, bet they ain't gon play with Trae 9/
Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't
you move I like them things you do like Don't stop, baby, don't stop, baby Just keep on shaking my love I won't stop, baby, won't stop, baby Until you
at the end of the night It is her I'll be holding I love you so That's what you'll say You'll tell me Baby, baby, please don't go away But when I play
me through the heart but I don't have a wound You got a good aim cause I could've sworn I moved When it comes to relationships I don't have a clue Love
would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same No, you won't do the
through the heart, but I don't have a wound You got a good aim 'cause I could have sworn I moved When it comes to relationships, I don't have a clue
don't Part of me is missin' you, part of me is gone Part of me is sayin' that the love is still strong Part of me is lettin' go So even though I left
floats you gently on your toes Touch the nose, he'll change your clothes to tuxedos Don't you freak and hide I'll be your secret santa, do you mind? Don't
can't believe it, it's so amazing I can't believe it, this beat it bangin' I can't believe it, it's so amazing I can't believe it (I can't believe it
never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me [Chorus] [Verse 3 -
think i like your style yo Why yo Why don't we let go Aye yo And I ain't gotta tell 'em And i ain't gotta sell 'em It's Y.S.L. teddy I ain't gotta spell
like your style ya'll Why ya'll Why don't we let go Hey yo And I ain't try to tell 'em And I ain't try to sell 'em It's YSL teddy I ain't gotta spell
the hipsters fall in love When we got our hot pants on and up And yes of course we does We runnin' this town just like a club And no, you don't wanna
ain't you No, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No,