her/crashout - fbf k.o lyrics
look ion know what to tell you, don’t know how we made it/ crazy how all these obstacles never broke ur concentration, back to basics; the best relations is what we chasing/ if she ain’t getting on my nerves i kno she getting paper/ d*mn nothing sweet; syrup honey maple, she call me baby; i call her bae but it’s not a lable/ she get crazy talking unstable, can’t get lazy cuz i’m unable, she pull my card, i pull her card then lay it on the table/ never question you unless i ask you how ur day go/ if i need a favor, it’s morе like plane tickets on thе dresser meet me here later/ you don’t need no protection, like baby sign the waivers; i did my research that’s alot of data/ i prepared this just for…. don’t believe me ask the waiter/ i prepared this just for you to go and show the haters/ shining in the brightest lights, just like the strip in vegas, i’ll put your name anywhere accept an affidavit/ just put my number in phone and i just hope you save it, i’m just trynna save you time, for all the time you wasted/ we can talk a lil later just don’t over think it
crashout
shawty wanna crash, so we crash out/ shawty wanna bag so we cash out/ shawty wanna smash back to my house/ i go surfing in her wave it’s a wipeout/
shawty say she wanna crash out with them b*tches let’s get it/ she say that bihh on my line okay i’ll be they in a minute/ pull up (skurrrt) on on her and n*gga like ben echolz i mean business/ she gone hit and i’m gone hit, she pull off with your girl extensions/ after that our energy match, she ride it backwards something vicious/ hersey kisses on her neck and back, don’t bout dat it’s different/ we just pulled up our opps, came home and went straight to kitchen/ all yall talking bout is next time, all we talking bout winning/ matter fact we ain’t no talking, cuz the stroke game is relentless/ all you hear is yelling, clapping, like a graduation vendor/ i ain’t photogenic, but you definitely get picture/ bonnie and clyde up in bihh, f*ck you and who ever came with you/ had to cut my losses, and guess who supplied the scissors/ if she don’t f*ck with ya, don’t caught up by the switch up/ classy but she nasty she get stagnant bout her pickle, when she bounce it up and down time out ref that’s a double dribble
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