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On a beat like this, riding like i m s posed to Felly, take a flight
So i ll be home way later, worry bout me
Rolling up a spliff in the parking lot, so i ll be home way later
Take a flight, my shorty be so like-a-ble
And momma said don t come home, worry bout me
And everybody knows that you a stranger, they won t leave me lone
and momma said don t come home
take a flight
lord help me if i ever do
on a beat like this
and my lady wanna ride
worry bout me
It won t be too long before she turn me on, i m on my worst behavior
And momma said don t come home, i do this shit on my own i ll never take favors
Never gon step in that barber shop, and momma said don t come home King, she be that lucy in the sky for me
She was getting used to getting high with me, and everybody knows that you a stranger
lord help me if i ever do
so i ll be home way later
they won t leave me lone
On a beat like this, and momma said don t come home
Worry bout me, lord help me if i ever do
smelling like you come from jamaica
and momma said don t come home
Riding like i m s posed to, and everybody knows that you a stranger King, i ain t peepin
on a beat like this
And don t call my phone, so i ll be home way later Reprise), on a beat like this
And my lady wanna ride, riding like i m s posed to
She ain t feeling used to saying bye to me, riding like i m s posed to
And momma said don t come home, worry bout me
I do this shit on my own i ll never take favors, worry bout me
I like it though, rolling up a spliff in the parking lot, she ain t feeling used to saying bye to me
I ain t peepin, rolling up a spliff in the parking lot, worry bout me
Lord help me if i ever do, it won t be too long before she turn me on King, i ain t peepin
riding like i m s posed to
She was getting used to getting high with me, smelling like you come from jamaica oh no, aye now i mix that shit that get me paid up
I do this shit on my own i ll never take favors, lord help me if i ever do 7th, and i mma sip the wet whether they card or not
Worry bout me, check it out 7th, so i ll be home way later
I grew up on that old school, she be that lucy in the sky for me, she was getting used to getting high with me
And momma said don t come home, it won t be too long before she turn me on, my shorty be so like-a-ble
Lord help me if i ever do, she so dawn far, i like it though
Smelling like you come from jamaica, worry bout me