Correction Paroles Layover_138 par ‌sewerperson

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Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, aye
Scotty!

I can work alone
Had to come back to my bro
Baby, who this number you ain't saving on your phone?
Really, I'm upset, yeah, all this rage for show
I let all this out when I'm chillin' on my own
I'on think you could get it, but, baby, that's okay
I'on expect any special treatment from you anyway
Sure, I took a hit, but I'm feeling great
Bruises on my throat gon' pulse, when I tell you to stay (Yeah)

She listen to too much Roddy, said she would be my Prada bae
Baby, I'm off the drugs, my eyes roll back into my face and I could see my brain
I been blowin' blunts, so please don't offer me a vape
I remember grabbing weed from clinics with a fake
Goose at my throat
I pay cash, I pay quick, like I didn't know
In this whip, I go fast and I'm never slow
Off the drugs in the club, I'm in need of more
I can hear her feet at my door
Girl, I f**ked you once, I ain't tryna chill no more
I still got her coat laying on my floor
I'ma hand it off, get you off the porch
I can work alone
Had to come back to my bro
Baby, who this number you ain't saving on your phone?
Really, I'm upset, yeah, all this rage for show
I let all this out when I'm chillin' on my own
I'on think you could get it, but, baby, that's okay
I'on expect any special treatment from you anyway
Sure, I took a hit, but I'm feeling great
Bruises on my throat gon' pulse, when I tell you to stay  (Yeah)

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