New Orleans on some two-week, in-and-out shit for me
Like, I only can do, at this point, a month max
You know what I'm saying? Like I might as well go get a fucking crib in Mexico
Like, you know what I mean?
Like, that shit cool for like a month, but this the life, Cali
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We lost so many to violence
Where we come from, that's just how it is
We had to dip, I had to fly in, mmh
My bitch my muse, she a cold thing
She from the city, so she know things, I know
Don't let me get back to my old ways
I wanna get inside
Yeah, I can't wait to kiss it
If absence make the heart grow fonder, I'Il go missing
I can't wait to miss it, oh
Old chicks coming back, see me doing my thing
Used to have fun with that and send her on her way
See me doing my thing, now I'm getting away
I'm getting away
They wanna know who's been loving
Wanna know who's been fucking you right
Wanna know who's, who's, who's loving you
Right, yeah, right, yeah, right (yeah)
Wanna know who's loving you right
I came in just in time
Your homie had to fall back quick
Started as a situation, too
I keep running it back
We still ain't go get those tattoos
We get way too gone
Oh, so maybe we won't remember it
They coming back, see me doing my thing
Used to have fun with that and send her on her way
Got 'em going insane 'cause I'm getting away (getting away)
I'm getting away, yeah
They wanna know who's been loving you
Wanna know who's been fucking you right
Wanna know who's, who's, who's loving you
Right, yeah, right, yeah, right (yeah)
Who's gonna love you? Who's gonna love you right? (Who's gonna love you?)
Who's gonna love you? Who's gonna love you right?
Who's gonna love you? Who's gonna love you right?
Love you right, who's gonna love you right?