This Way Songtext
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This Way Songtext
It′s Lenj
Yeah, yeah
Oh, how did I get this way? Stuck with her when I meant to be kway
And she's lucky she called me first
Cah you know I didn′t know her name
'Cause that one there look good, but I know I gotta make my way
Both conscience telling me different, like, fuck, get out my brain
Wait, this one here might help, hell of a strain
Can't see me this morning, ′bout time for my waking brain
I ain′t got time for lames, nah, I be tryna get my cake
So, I don't really deal with fake
And I be ′bout my money from the second that I wake up
My bitch look better, no makeup
Old school days, had to trap with the blade
Just 'case a nigga don′t pay up
I know the back ain't great but she all good from waist up
I know the back ain′t great but she all good from waist up, waist up
This sticky icky got a great buzz
I was with my niggas moving iffy, tryna make bucks
Now a couple niggas moving iffy, that's the game cuz
I just hit it raw and now I'm wiping off her makeup, makeup
I told her eat it and she ate up
Your girl had a bush so I just sent her for a shape up
All the mandem hit it, if you hit it, you′re insane cuz
If you fuck with me, your life won′t ever be the same, love
Like I get paid cuz
She said I need Jesus, let that booty be my saviour
She can't suck it off if she sucked brodie with the same tongue
She ain′t got no shape, I sent that body to the tailor (Flat one)
Like where's Rakiyah?
Or is it Rakia? I don′t know, it's all the same cuz
Boy, was she a wild one, I just had to get it tamed cuz
Now shit′s getting heated, I told bro pass me a flame cuz
Oh, how did I get this way? Stuck with her when I meant to be kway
And she's lucky she called me first
Cah you know I didn't know her name
′Cause that one there look good, but I know I gotta make my way
Both conscience telling me different, like, fuck, get out my brain
Wait, this one here might help, hell of a strain
Can′t see me this morning, 'bout time for my waking brain
I ain′t got time for lames, nah, I be tryna get my cake
So, I don't really deal with fake
And I be ′bout my money from the second that I wake up
Yeah, yeah
Oh, how did I get this way? Stuck with her when I meant to be kway
And she's lucky she called me first
Cah you know I didn′t know her name
'Cause that one there look good, but I know I gotta make my way
Both conscience telling me different, like, fuck, get out my brain
Wait, this one here might help, hell of a strain
Can't see me this morning, ′bout time for my waking brain
I ain′t got time for lames, nah, I be tryna get my cake
So, I don't really deal with fake
And I be ′bout my money from the second that I wake up
My bitch look better, no makeup
Old school days, had to trap with the blade
Just 'case a nigga don′t pay up
I know the back ain't great but she all good from waist up
I know the back ain′t great but she all good from waist up, waist up
This sticky icky got a great buzz
I was with my niggas moving iffy, tryna make bucks
Now a couple niggas moving iffy, that's the game cuz
I just hit it raw and now I'm wiping off her makeup, makeup
I told her eat it and she ate up
Your girl had a bush so I just sent her for a shape up
All the mandem hit it, if you hit it, you′re insane cuz
If you fuck with me, your life won′t ever be the same, love
Like I get paid cuz
She said I need Jesus, let that booty be my saviour
She can't suck it off if she sucked brodie with the same tongue
She ain′t got no shape, I sent that body to the tailor (Flat one)
Like where's Rakiyah?
Or is it Rakia? I don′t know, it's all the same cuz
Boy, was she a wild one, I just had to get it tamed cuz
Now shit′s getting heated, I told bro pass me a flame cuz
Oh, how did I get this way? Stuck with her when I meant to be kway
And she's lucky she called me first
Cah you know I didn't know her name
′Cause that one there look good, but I know I gotta make my way
Both conscience telling me different, like, fuck, get out my brain
Wait, this one here might help, hell of a strain
Can′t see me this morning, 'bout time for my waking brain
I ain′t got time for lames, nah, I be tryna get my cake
So, I don't really deal with fake
And I be ′bout my money from the second that I wake up
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