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Paroles : Lost It
[K Suave]
(Dream been going hard, bro)
(MickOnDaBeat)
Yeah
We don't talk often
Baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it
Pourin' lean, no coughing
I get high, I'm a Martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walking
Diamonds look like a flower
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right, she leavin' me, uh (Woah, woah, woah)
[EastBayTae]
Tryna leave, I won't follow
She gon' be back tomorrow
Got a bitch, she a model
She got ass in the Spider
Got more racks than your father
Put them racks all on his head, we slidin' down, Michael Myers
She put numbers up and now she gone, her number retired
I just do it, no trying
Don't got racks, he a liar
I'm her coach, Urban Meyer
Don't sip on green, I'm higher (Yeah)
Oh, Chrome Heart my attire
They all want some Rick Owens, I'm a buyer
YSL, that Saint Laurent, then buy her Prada
Molly sex, I'm strokin' her, I done knocked her off her cycle
If I throw my love away, tell me, would you go and find it?
I don't wanna play around with her, I got hoes calling
We don't talk often
Baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it
Pourin' lean, no coughing
I get high, I'm a Martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walking
Diamonds look like a flower
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right, she leavin' me, uh
(Dream been going hard, bro)
(MickOnDaBeat)
Yeah
We don't talk often
Baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it
Pourin' lean, no coughing
I get high, I'm a Martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walking
Diamonds look like a flower
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right, she leavin' me, uh (Woah, woah, woah)
[EastBayTae]
Tryna leave, I won't follow
She gon' be back tomorrow
Got a bitch, she a model
She got ass in the Spider
Got more racks than your father
Put them racks all on his head, we slidin' down, Michael Myers
She put numbers up and now she gone, her number retired
I just do it, no trying
Don't got racks, he a liar
I'm her coach, Urban Meyer
Don't sip on green, I'm higher (Yeah)
Oh, Chrome Heart my attire
They all want some Rick Owens, I'm a buyer
YSL, that Saint Laurent, then buy her Prada
Molly sex, I'm strokin' her, I done knocked her off her cycle
If I throw my love away, tell me, would you go and find it?
I don't wanna play around with her, I got hoes calling
We don't talk often
Baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it
Pourin' lean, no coughing
I get high, I'm a Martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walking
Diamonds look like a flower
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right, she leavin' me, uh
