Dummy

I’m really into Shorty with the Afro Put the beats on that Whiz kid in the club Feeling your feel On the real Playing telephone on your ear Dialing on your mid section OK, In the middle of the section My oversized fit hid my erection I give it up like that Off the crown showing my ass Mama killed the princess, dirty Diana They interrogated you I can hear the fear in your speech Grabbed you by your neck Looked you in the eyes After the rollercoaster ima win you a big big prize Love in the club on the rise The lovers always say that they falling love ‘till shit get sticky Bring it back, tell me how you feel about that I said I love you but can’t even write back I’m disgusted can’t be trusted can't be fucked with The melodies you sing is telling me that you been fucking around on me The music that I listen to confronts my pain Sunny, no clouds, stay protected, prepared for the rain Got me for my dollar, for my time, for my soul Got me in my rhyme, f*ck love I’m in my prime Thanks for the ammo though This that cock back and load Rocking my gold medal American sensation, my title reign Kurt Angle in his rookie year Asthma got me wheezing Weezy told me to breathe easy If I spazz I’ll end up like you Under my eye Permanent tear Bad decisions made the in rear My ting so potent Pheromones on the beat Obsessed keep listening Do your makeup for me Go all out, soak in it Showing me your favorite version of you Thought your situation was unique, nah there’s a few You hot but I’m outta you league, N-X-T Fatal attraction come with a fee 1 million 99 gotta put ya two cents in just to hang out with me, dummies I’ll browse through my contacts I don’t wanna see you around 646 handle that The melodies you sing is telling me that you been fucking around on me The music that I listen to confronts my pain Sunny, no clouds, stay protected, prepared for the rain Got me for my dollar, for my time, for my soul Got me in my rhyme, f*ck love I’m in my prime Thanks for the ammo though This that cock back and load You got me, singing my song For feeling like I never was respected Put all of my oh Sending niggas gift bags with Ferrari's in it Bri mode, free throws, always make those My old clothes is your new clothes Daddy spent the pesos on his young don Gold around my wrist, Daquan New Body but I been that guy