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cab!!! - skullyx1 & grill z lyrics

[part i: fantastic luv?]
[intro: skullyx1 & grill z]
it’s on me, i got almost everythin’ i needed with you
there’s something, ayy
there’s something, ayy
there’s some* (whipped in your fan*)

[verse 1: skullyx1]
only a queen could pull this off, show me what you got
i wanna live through the darkness, seek through the darkness
i wanna know

[pre*chorus: skullyx1]
ha, ha, ha

[chorus: skullyx1 & grill z]
give me the time, make sure i’m ready
whipped in your fantastic love, ’til i don’t know what goin’ on
ha, ha, ha
ha, ooh
ooh*ooh
i* i, i swear on my love, i swear, i* (ooh, ooh*ooh)
make a mess (i won’t blame you), set the trends
hoo, hoo (hoo, hoo)
high, (high)
high, (high)
[verse 2: grill z]
hoo*hoo, hoo
it’s all fine, it’s all fine
i’m fine, i ain’t swallowin’ your kind
“did i hear a little somethin’, somethin’, somethin’, somethin’?”
you ask, but i’m already in a brazy night

[outro: skullyx1]
oh*oh, come and save me ’til i cab

[part ii: cab!!!]
[intro: grill z]
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
uh, uh
yeah!
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah!
yeah
oh*oh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse: grill z]
yeah, yeah
on them drugs like, when you gon’ save that case for your flight?
my credit card declined her but b*tch, i still might
then if i k!ll you, imma see you outside
put the little lines inside, put the little lines inside
i was workin’ wit’ a dime on my pay time
he was walkin’ overtime with a case on, never take my little time on vacation
never take a little break on vacation
i was workin’ hard, now i’m out of patience
you took too much, now i’m gonna* wait, what?
you took away ways in trust, now i’m gonna lay low (low, low, low)
yeah, yeah
money sees, all i f*ckin’ see is green (green, grr*grr)
rollin’ weed, smoke this weed
now we up, on the beach
yeah, yeah (f*ck*f*ck off*off)
money trees, all my assignments ain’t done (i ain’t paid)
i ain’t pay for ’em, i never paid for my taxes and bills
i had to pay my taxes and bills, you feel?
homie, i ain’t really tryna like a satellite, i just got a lot of stuff on my d*mn mind
and i’ve been tryna wake up like every night, stayin’ up every night
3 am on the dot, i was gettin’ high
yeah, yeah
never tell you b*tches on the low
i was comin’ out my sh*ll, but i had a lot of talkin’
took a lot of time, it felt like h*ll
b*tch, i still might bite if hear “do it for you”
i gon’ get me some food, and i’m gonna get a tool
well, that’s sick
pull out a choppa, i ain’t ever greet a lil’ b*tch wit’ a packa
you want me to stop her (f*ck off), you wanna pop it
all on the phone, she be callin’ me papa
b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch), (f*ck off)
you know i just got it
you ain’t say nuthin’ ’bout me invited to your party
well, that’s kinda lame, we ‘aboutta catch a body
[outro: grill z]
cabby

- skullyx1 grill z lyrics

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