Mistakes

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K Suave - Rap, Midwest Rap

Mistakes

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[Chorus] Everything that I do amazin', everything marvelous You need a code to get through the gate, she sneakin' in, hoppin' the fence I can't find no Wockiana, I'm pourin' African Tris That money blow like leaves, fifteen hundreds, Amiri jeans Four-minute whip, put it in full speed Hit a lick, hop on a flight, I'm gone In my hotel room pourin' up alone Ain't got enough storage, my memory gone Hop on a jet with a pint, me and the whole gang geeked all night This bitch tryna cuff me down, yeah, she ain't even read my rights I live a life niggas dream about, too much water on my body, surprised I ain't drown I'm dryin' off with a Dior towel, put them racks on a scale and it weighed ten pounds, yeah, uh [Verse] I can change your life in the blink of an eye I need a double cup, fill it with ice Tryna eat off my plate, you can't get a slice I'm on the phone with my ex-bitch, claims she miss me, but I ain't treat her right I had to learn from all the mistakes I made, but I still act fried Been had motion, ain't new to this Big-body Benz, cash out on a kit Them bullets ain't rented, get hot in this bitch I'm fly for no reason, ain't takin' no pics I told her pull up and she comin' quick Yeah, got seventy K on my wrist Took too much drank, codeine I piss I'm rockin' out with a stick in my hand She waitin' for me, I run the program Yeah, she wanna live this life with me, she know that I got it I put them racks in the ceiling, under my bed and my closet [Chorus] Everything that I do amazin', everything marvelous You need a code to get through the gate, she sneakin' in, hoppin' the fence I can't find no Wockiana, I'm pourin' African Tris That money blow like leaves, fifteen hundreds, Amiri jeans Four-minute whip, put it in full speed Hit a lick, hop on a flight, I'm gone In my hotel room pourin' up alone Ain't got enough storage, my memory gone Hop on a jet with a pint, me and the whole gang geeked all night This bitch tryna cuff me down, yeah, she ain't even read my rights I live a life niggas dream about, too much water on my body, surprised I ain't drown I'm dryin' off with a Dior towel, put them racks on a scale and it weighed ten pounds, yeah, uh

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Credits

Writers
  • K Suave
  • RAFMADE
  • Bangs (Producer)