BADMOUTH ft.Hartlii (Prod.F.Dafoe)

midbynight.m4a /prod.androids/

##march clipss @8t33n___

heaven flip

tell me we gon see about it
i dont fuck with fuck niggas who aint been about it
rich feind, codeine all inside my body
i know i shouldnt sip the double cup but aint no one gon stop me
i got white girl 
britney spears
milly 
molly 
molly
told that bitch 
you cant text me
not my plug ?
bitch dont call me 
i got codeine in my body
i got codeine in my body
walk inside the party act like i dont know nobody 

*buildup*

t-t-tell me what you take me for
tell me 
you before
tell me
i think ive seen you before
tell me
what you take me for 
t-t-tell me what you take me for
f-f-for time 
f-f-for
take the trip with me
tell me 
for 
time time time time

tell me
tell me
we gon-
tell me 
we gon see about it

i dont fuck with fuck niggas who aint been about it
rich feind, codeine all inside my body
i know i shouldnt sip the double cup but aint no one gon stop me
i got white girl 
britney spears
milly 
molly 
molly
told that bitch 
you cant text me
not my plug ?
bitch dont call me 
i got codeine in my body
i got codeine in my body
walk inside the party act like i dont know nobody

SEE BOUT IT  (prod. inmaonce)

[Intro]
Blat blat (7 lib)
Hrrr hrrr
[Verse 1]
He’ll nawl this morning ain’t wanna wake up
I pour more lean in my cup
Dig in the coal for diamonds in the rough
Shawty said that she like me, I’m gone blush
I pass the knock to my ooter
Japanese swag just like Junya
I be shy to speak about love
But I wanna tell you wassup
I had a dream about us
Where we were forever in one
To be in joy, is it bliss?
To be in bliss, is it fake?
When we locked eyes, was it fate?
I told her sorry for the wait
In the summer you hit me up
In the fall you fade away
In the winter, I wish you’d stay
In the spring, it’s the end of the day
Even though it’s gone hurt, baby, tell the truth
You said you wasn’t thinking ‘bout me when I loved you
Slide or provide, I’ll do what I did like
Fuck it, let’s go on a trip
Like why you keep talking, got me feelin’ drid
Osbatt on my body, look like Syd
Dodging bullets even though I’ll take one for the team
Like fuck it, I’ll do it myself
Ballin’ with gang, we need no help
Stay away, stay high, I’m avoiding hell
These niggas broke, can’t afford bail
Brodie pass the pack through the mail
The world gone play its card, don’t wonder if it’s fair
Your wounds gone heal even if they tear
[Bridge]
Trav said that I’m too quick to fall in love
Swarovski diamonds, bluff in the rough
Like flame to a spoon, I’m feening your touch
You look in my eyes and I get stuck
Fine shit, brown skin, Nia Long
I don’t want this girl to leave me alone
Is this moving too fast for you?
I said I love you first, I was telling the truth
Frog eyes, MX5, no roof
If I pass you the knock, is you gonna shoot?
[Spanish Section]
En realmente querer voy a la playa
(To be real, I wanna go to the beach / the old country)
Porque en los Estados Unidos no hay que me trae
(Because in the United States there’s nothing that calls to me)
En cuando escuchar tu voce, mi corazón caer
(When I hear your voice, my heart falls)
[Refrain] 
He’ll nawl this morning ain’t wanna wake up
I pour more lean in my cup
Dig in the coal for diamonds in the rough
Shawty said that she like me, I’m gone blush
I pass the knock to my ooter
Japanese swag just like Junya
I be shy to speak about love
But I wanna tell you wassup
I had a dream about us
Where we were forever in one
To be in joy, is it bliss?
To be in bliss, is it fake?
When we locked eyes, was it fate?
I told her sorry for the wait
In the summer you hit me up
In the fall you fade away
In the winter, I wish you’d stay
In the spring, it’s the end of the day
Even though it’s gone hurt, baby, tell the truth
You said you wasn’t thinking ‘bout me when I loved you
Slide or provide, I’ll do what I did like
Fuck it, let’s go on a trip
Like why you keep talking, got me feelin’ drid
Osbatt on my body, look like Syd
Dodging bullets even though I’ll take one for the team
Like fuck it, I’ll do it myself
Ballin’ with gang, we need no help
Stay away, stay high, I’m avoiding hell
These niggas broke, can’t afford bail
Brodie pass the pack through the mail

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