mbf dae - Treat You Right Songtexte

Songtexte Treat You Right - mbf dae




Uh, think he a problem, fuck a problem
We close his mouth, we solving riddles
Your shorty called and my shorty called
I fucked em both, I can't get litter
Love the lean, but it slow me down
So when I'm turnt, pass me that liquor
My ex bitch stay callin' my phone
Bitch leave me alone, I got something thicker
He wanna play with them M's
We sellin' his fate, the last one only pierced him
I can't go on dates, don't got no cape
I'm a villain, I'm tryna kill somethin'
Bro tryna beat up the block
He swingin' the top 5-5
Bet a fuck nigga feel something
Got close and tapped that top
Hit him in his man
Got spread and caught him a M1
Can't treat you right now, ain't your faith
I'll fuck you nice, but I can't stay
Run from demons in my dream, I died twice
Can't get away
Codeine on ice, that's what I taste
My aim precise, let's make 'em lay
Say the whole world is ours
We usin' blood to paint the way
Know you aint down for it
See I got this bag and all this cash, now you around for it
You played me once, I took you back
Lil' bitch and I got clowned for it
Now you mad at me
Labels heard that sound, they love that flow
They threw that bag at me
Tap his throat and leave that lil shit
Don't care bout nothing
Unlocked, shown out, fuck them hoes
She say I'm frontin', then stop that fussin'
Tellin' all your friends we done, but we still fuckin'
See these two chains on my neck and all these funds
They say I'm stuntin'
Twelve all on my ass, you know I take the run
Can't throw my button
Bitch delusional
She love playin' with my guns, she know I love it
Yeah, I'm the one of one
This shit right here look fun, but no, I'm clutchin'
Fuckin' up my kidneys
This my favorite serve, no rubber tussin'
Talkin' 'bout you killin' me
You must be slow, ain't got no tussle, man
Uh, think he a problem, fuck a problem
We close his mouth, we solving riddles
Your shorty called and my shorty called
I fucked em both, I can't get litter
Love the lean, but it slow me down
So when I'm turnt, pass me that liquor
My ex bitch stay calling my phone
Bitch leave me alone, I got something thicker
He wanna play with them M's
We selling his fate
The last one only pierced him
I can't go on dates, don't got no cape
I'm a villain, I'm tryna kill something
Bro tryna beat up the block
He swinging the top 5-5
Bet a fuck nigga feel something
Got close and tapped that top
Hit him in his man
Got spread and caught him a M1



Autor(en): Deavius Robinson



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