They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
So what you really is
See I got 99 problems but none's a silly bitch
I tell a ho she got to move like I'm a Ludacris
Aye really though you see a nigga on some Luda shit
Before I ever lose myself I'll lose a bitch
I don't know who to ditch
Thought he was a real one
14 keys make a nigga want to pop sum
Keep my circle small in case he fold up when the opps come
Og always told me trust that nigga riding shotgun
Rip my lost ones
Aye aye aye and I'm on my ps and qs in case a nigga want to cross something
Always kept it real, I guess that wasn't enough for them
I stick to myself, My momma know i'm outgoing
Everyday it feel like like I got demons out for me
Bags waiting out for me
People want my time but they ain't get nothing out of me
Sorry had to cancel
Thumbing through the money I can't give a ho an answer
Thumbing through the money might just blow it on a dancer
Got to clear my mind might just take a trip to Cancun
Like a lampoon
Making moves need a tampon
For these bitch niggas in they feelings every damn month
I can't really feel them cause I'm killing out here on the hunt
Because that check got to hit by the first of the month
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
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They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
So what you really is
See I got 99 problems but none's a silly bitch
I tell a ho she got to move like I'm a Ludacris
Aye really though you see a nigga on some Luda shit
Before I ever lose myself I'll lose a bitch
I don't know who to ditch
Thought he was a real one
14 keys make a nigga want to pop sum
Keep my circle small in case he fold up when the opps come
Og always told me trust that nigga riding shotgun
Rip my lost ones
Aye aye aye and I'm on my ps and qs in case a nigga want to cross something
Always kept it real, I guess that wasn't enough for them
I stick to myself, My momma know i'm outgoing
Everyday it feel like like I got demons out for me
Bags waiting out for me
People want my time but they ain't get nothing out of me
Sorry had to cancel
Thumbing through the money I can't give a ho an answer
Thumbing through the money might just blow it on a dancer
Got to clear my mind might just take a trip to Cancun
Like a lampoon
Making moves need a tampon
For these bitch niggas in they feelings every damn month
I can't really feel them cause I'm killing out here on the hunt
Because that check got to hit by the first of the month
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
And then I got to thinking what would I do
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
So what you really is
See I got 99 problems but none's a silly bitch
I tell a ho she got to move like I'm a Ludacris
Aye really though you see a nigga on some Luda shit
Before I ever lose myself I'll lose a bitch
I don't know who to ditch
Thought he was a real one
14 keys make a nigga want to pop sum
Keep my circle small in case he fold up when the opps come
Og always told me trust that nigga riding shotgun
Rip my lost ones
Aye aye aye and I'm on my ps and qs in case a nigga want to cross something
Always kept it real, I guess that wasn't enough for them
I stick to myself, My momma know i'm outgoing
Everyday it feel like like I got demons out for me
Bags waiting out for me
People want my time but they ain't get nothing out of me
Sorry had to cancel
Thumbing through the money I can't give a ho an answer
Thumbing through the money might just blow it on a dancer
Got to clear my mind might just take a trip to Cancun
Like a lampoon
Making moves need a tampon
For these bitch niggas in they feelings every damn month
I can't really feel them cause I'm killing out here on the hunt
Because that check got to hit by the first of the month
They telling me forgive them what would God do
And then I got to thinking what would I do
I'mma ball hard with or without you
I cant sync up with these niggas no bluetooth
Man I knew he was a snake he was leaving clues
I can't make this shit up I'm just making moves
Got to keep my cool
I can't lose the groove
All these crabs in a bucket like it's seafood
You say you love me but you really pray for me to lose
Writer: Benjamin Jalloh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid