infinite - rxmeo lyrics
[chorus]
this sh*t infinite, we makin’ records
i’m downtown with your hoe gettin’ reckless
i just hit up my bro, told him check this
i just crossed another one off the checklist
i just work until the f*ckin’ sun down yeah they hated, tell them boys wassup now
gotta make it so my future son proud
she want seconds after i hit one round
yeah, ayy
used to stress ‘bout that b*tch, give me migraine
i don’t know why she f*ckin’ with my brain
i don’t know why the f*ck she don’t lock in
tell my baby, wassup yeah just hop in
yeah i know we ain’t speak in a hot minute
i don’t know what you think, but i’m not them
yeah, you spеakin’ to the f*ckin’ top man
[verse]
outside with the top fam
if hе talkin’ down, then we gon’ pop him
put him on a paper and it’s not slam
i’m a chi n*gga, not no florida man
say goodbye n*gga, this the last dance
i could die, but i ain’t gon’ back down if you lie, you gon’ face my back now
they got tired, we been runnin’ laps now
young n*gga, got my bands up
we been trappin’ out the f*ckin’ bando
call up monkey, make that n*gga back up
now he cryin’, callin’ out for backup
why you mad, lil’ n*gga get your cash up
we done went too far, now you can’t catch up
got a bad hoe, feelin’ all on a n*gga, you know i had to f*ck her back up
feel like pierre, you should be mine, yeah
i just want you for the meantime, yeah callin’ my phone, had to decline, yeah
think i just need some me time, yeah n*ggas be p*ssy like feline, yeah
i don’t give a f*ck, i’ma speak mine, yeah
yeah it’s all good, i’ma be fine, yeah
shootin’ that b*tch from the three line, yeah
[chorus]
this sh*t infinite, we makin’ records
i’m downtown with your hoe gettin’ reckless
i just hit up my bro, told him check this
i just crossed another one off the checklist
i just work until the f*ckin’ sun down yeah they hated, tell them boys wassup now
gotta make it so my future son proud
she want seconds after i hit one round
yeah, ayy
used to stress ‘bout that b*tch, give me migraine
i don’t know why she f*ckin’ with my brain
i don’t know why the f*ck she don’t lock in
tell my baby, wassup yeah just hop in
yeah i know we ain’t speak in a hot minute
i don’t know what you think, but i’m not them
yeah, you speakin’ to the f*ckin’ top man
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