r.m.g. come over (feat. nardy bistro) şarkı sözleri

Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do She told me come through Nigga, where you at Riding around downtown, Right around the autocrat I know shorty an acrobat Hit somethin and caught a flat Don't worry, I handle that Cause shawty got a thundercat, Should've stretched at the doormat Fucked around and caught a cramp But I'm straight and at this rate, I'ma be a couple minutes late For my date and out the gate She done ate me off a plate, Head made me levitate Focused like I meditate I grind like there ain't no better days, My bitch told me I'ma shake that phase Ain't no way Onto the next money move while she blaze And how she praise me like a god, But I have yet to be amazed A bitch have yet to restore my faith A nigga have yet to make me afraid But the way she ride the dick, I just had to get a taste She told me I'm wrong for duckin' her Well, that ain't even the case Talkin' bout she got a big brother, Well, I yet to see his face Still go to the crib every night, Did it just to the nut in her face What a disgrace, ah Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do Girl, you lookin' super cool Like you got the moves And if it's true I got em too We should make em, We should make em And I don't mean to sound rude I'm not that type of dude But if you ain't about your cake Then we ain't cakin You see I'm not your average dude, lil' baby I be thankin' people like I'm still in school, lil' baby So if you ever make me choose, lil' baby Just remember that I'm not your average dude, lil' baby Because I never put a hoe before the dough Never did, that's a no Rather spoil you with my love Than to love you being broke I'm a seventh ward baby Yeah, I'm hard headed That's what you love about me, baby You know love's crazy Them hoes probably think you're crazy Keep them hoes hatin How we be drippin' in the latest Tell em, check the payment You know I'm all about you, baby All about you, baby So you should never doubt me, baby Never doubt me, baby, you know Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do If I hit your line, Brrr, better answer If you decline, Then you might get cancelled I don't like to brag, But the bitch said I'm handsome Didn't hit her back, Please pardon my manners Pistol by the bed if she try to pull a fast one Told you to come over, Just so I could catch a fast one Can't trust a bitch, So I wouldn't put it past her Black hoes call me daddy, And them white hoes call me master I'm the dog lord preaching on the beat, Like a pastor When I talk my shit It ain't funny, so no laughter Respect the invite, The other bitch ass was fatter Yeah, I like a entree, But I'd rather a whole platter Soon as I'm finna nut, Shawty tell me to go faster So I switch the stroke up, She like to get her throat fucked I was just being nice, I ain't want her hitch hiking with her thumbs up I asked her for consent, You know she gave Ray a thumbs up SLUT Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do Tell that girl to come over Tell that girl to come through I got something rolled up Ain't no tellin' what we gon' do
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