prod. baz

Baby why you nodding yo head
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like no pick and choosing
I don't got no type any bitch that love me I'm cool with
Got this gun it's sitting on my lap big like a poolstick
Riding around Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fw me got lucky lucky dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down I couldn't understand it
I aint even rapping I'm just talking man to man

It's me and God in the mirror I pray that God finally here
I'm finally grateful for the music and grateful for my peers
That's my bro on the guitar I bet he'll make you shed a tear
And I got bitches in Miami but I wish that you were here
It's Seemar on the stereo
Broadcast live from the 305
Thats just my life, no brag no boast
No lies, no shows
Yo life all smoke and mirrors oh no

(if she fuck wit me got lucky yuh yuh
If she fuck wit me she lucky, if she fuck wit me
If she fuck wit me she lucky i might dirty up the fanta)

Baby why you nodding yo head
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like no pick and choosing
I don't got no type any bitch that love me I'm cool with
Got this gun it's sitting on my lap big like a poolstick
Riding around Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fw me got lucky lucky dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down I couldn't understand it
I aint even rapping I'm just talking man to man

montana

seemar