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leave with you - 1100 himself lyrics

[melly vercetti]
she like ain’t you 1100 i’m trying to live with you
she like ain’t you 1100 i’m trying to live with you
she like ain’t you 1100 i’m trying to live with you
she just cut into a n*gga like what you trying to do and i’m gonna take the right steps to
have you comfortable every day it steak shrimp this not no lunchable and i get
this little feeling when i’m f*cking you when i’m f*cking you when i’m f*cking you and don’t
start moving like a stranger who the f*ck is dude and this b*tch fine as f*ck with the attitude
i told her get down on her * and show her gratitude going through your thing baby i ain’t mad at you
go and do your thing baby i ain’t mad at you gonna do your thing baby i ain’t mad at you
i ain’t mad at you i ain’t mad at you i know i make the way the way i’m grabbing you
1100 don’t forget they used to laugh at you but where you from 1100 you gots to see it through
that b*tch said 1100 im tryna leave with you
she like, ain’t you 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?
she like, ain’t you 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?
im tryna leave with you
im tryna leave with you
she like, ain’t 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?
she like, ain’t you 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?
im tryna leave with you
im tryna leave with you
she like, ain’t 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?
she like, ain’t you 1100 that i’m tryna leave with you?

[1100 himself]
she like, ain’t your name liv, but it depends who askin’
and i just pulled a d4l to shake that laffy taffy
moonwalk up on this b*tch, i feel like michael jackson
can’t get jiggy with this sh*t, i feel like michael blackson
i said before i self*destruct, i feel like curtis jackson
pop up at the fedex building for a certain package
it ain’t my fault y’all keep chillin’, packin’ what you lackin’
said, b*tch, you pay the f*ck if i call, i’m crackin’
tell a b*tch i’m jim jones, but ain’t got sh*t for you
i grew up tuckin’ in that land, i gotta keep my tube
yeah, i gotta keep my tube
you know my text like king cole, welcome to the zoo
big 7*3, that’s to the grave, but ain’t no slime in me
i push weight, then stack pros don’t know about pushin’ p
keep gunna tell her i’m on my way, before i give him the shredder
b*tch, watch where you at, son, all that playin’
f*ckin’ up my leather, cuz the real through it
made a hundred, still on double tether
cuz i’m fighting’ demons in the walls, pray to keep it together
468*555*0100
i’m tryna change the weather, this real life can’t find it
before i trip up by the b*tch, i’m knockin’ somethin’ wetter
them crackers put me in that box, cuz i had danny webster
i try to keep my fiends happy, but you know they stubborn
heard you friendly trappin’ couple months, now you the friendly frontin’

- 1100 himself lyrics

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