Take You Out This World

Lyrics
[Chorus] Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM Slide on you like DMs, it's on sight whenever I see him Pussy try to play me, you get fucked for any reason I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) [Verse 1] I ain't come to play, no Cal Ripken Perc with the syrup got me itching Bitch know what's up, not twisted I don't fuck, I don't fuck with you bitches Yeah you lame, yeah you square, I don't feel 'em Pull up at the red light, it's a drilling Off a xan, but it's life, so I'm chilling Nah, really I dont care about no feelings [Chorus] Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM Slide on you like DMs, it's on sight whenever I see him Pussy try to play me, you get fucked for any reason I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) [Verse 2] I ain't come to chill, I'm tryna get it Fuck what you heard and ya feelings Big thirty clip get to filling I'm off Chef Menteur like a villain Stash spot in the floor and the ceiling Yeah I got it, want some more, what's the dealing Off a tab, but it's life, so I'm chilling Nah, really I don't care about no feelings [Chorus] Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM Slide on you like DMs, it's on sight whenever I see him Pussy try to play me, you get fucked for any reason I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking) Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
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Credits
- Writers
- Chetta
- Scott Arceneaux Jr.