Wit Ya!

Lyrics
[Intro] Baby, oh my Baby, baby, oh my Baby, oh baby how we could've been alright Shut the fuck up Oh Myy Yeah yeah Baby, oh my Nah nah Baby, baby, oh my Yeah Yeah Baby, oh baby how we could've been alright Nah Nah [Chorus] I don't even got to get high when I'm wit ya Know to pick up the phone when i hit you up cause you know i miss ya If its a problem we slide i don't really got time go and dish em Baby you bad as hell i might pick it up like early dismissal No we ain't worried bout dude at all know he ain't upping his pistol She get turnt up off the liquor Told that lil hoe i wouldn't hit her But i turned around and hit her You can lay low wit yo friends Lay low on that block with chop in my hands N**** tried to run up shoot that bitch out his hand [Verse] I know I got some members up in that can I just mеt a foreign hoe from Japan She don't spеak no English, but she freaky as hell and I'm really tryna take off her pants Said that he a demon? I been praying to god cause i got to send them too hell N**** think he hard but he soft n**** frail I'm leading the way just follow the trail I'm leading the way just follow the steps up Save me were gonna make it alright [Verse 2] Why you wearing a vest? we shoot from the neck up Tryna put ya head down n**** keep ya head up Hit her on camera, knew that it was only right, hit it with my leg up Okay, police try to use they lights you know that we sped off Chopstick, Beretta pop shit like kettle Slide down that bicycle young n**** shoot out the pedal We hop out and rock shit out you can call it heavy metal [Chorus] I don't even got to get high when I'm wit ya Know to pick up the phone when i hit you up cause you know i miss ya If its a problem we slide i don't really got time go and dish em Baby you bad as hell i might pick it up like early dismissal No we ain't worried bout dude at all know he ain't upping his pistol She get turnt up off the liquor Told that lil hoe i wouldn't hit her But i turned around and hit her You can lay low wit yo friends Lay low on that block with chop in my hands N**** tried to run up shoot that bitch out his hand (Shoot it out his hand!) [Outro] Baby, oh my Baby, baby, oh my Baby, oh baby how we could've been alright Baby, oh my Baby, baby, oh my Baby, oh baby how we could've been alright
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Credits
- Writers
- Cosantana
- jamesstfu