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I Don't Wanna Leave You (feat. Drix Beats) Video (MV)






Reece Geller featuring HoodFlyJay - I Don't Wanna Leave You (feat. Drix Beats) Lyrics
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We ain't gotta tell no one
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
How you like I️t
The feeling
When the lights hit
Lightning
On my
Price is right shit
It's frightening
Louie duffles
Down at
Baggage claim
The title
Like a practice game
We mosh pit
Pull up when the drop hit
Death is at the funeral
I️m on my Chris rock shit
Dirty sprite the type to let em trip
N' let the wok sit
I️ could make a couple calls
Your face be on the carton
Bitch I️m
Bout my business
Triple digits
Like it's Wharton
Yeezy went and did I️t to em
Type of stripes I️m sporting
She don't want the sauce
I️ left the room
She got to snorting
When you got this type of money
Foreigns ain't important
It's more about the mortgage
A bad bitch
A studio
With storage
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
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We ain't gotta tell no one
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
How you like I️t
The feeling
When the lights hit
Lightning
On my
Price is right shit
It's frightening
Louie duffles
Down at
Baggage claim
The title
Like a practice game
We mosh pit
Pull up when the drop hit
Death is at the funeral
I️m on my Chris rock shit
Dirty sprite the type to let em trip
N' let the wok sit
I️ could make a couple calls
Your face be on the carton
Bitch I️m
Bout my business
Triple digits
Like it's Wharton
Yeezy went and did I️t to em
Type of stripes I️m sporting
She don't want the sauce
I️ left the room
She got to snorting
When you got this type of money
Foreigns ain't important
It's more about the mortgage
A bad bitch
A studio
With storage
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
I️ don't wanna leave you now
I️ don't wanna let you down
We could leave I️t all at the door
We ain't gotta tell no one
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Writer: Reece Geller
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