letra de for me (babygirl) - chavo & pi’erre bourne
{chrous}
how i’ma know if you really for me?
count up some money when it get boring
baby girl, i told you don’t come over till the mornin’
you won’t even be calling my phone when you get h-rny
man these glocks and plenty micro dracos, why we be totin’
i ain’t save her number, she ain’t my hoe, you ain’t important
kicked her out the hotel, man that lil’ b-tch was getting annoying
don’t be surprised when you see chav’ in the trap, do not record me
[verse 1]
i speak to that paper wit’ urgency
she blowin’ my phone up, she say it’s emergency
k!llin’ that p-ssy in first degree
d-mn my phone on dnd, do not burden me
police pull me over, don’t murder me
i’m dressing the condo up, i gotta furnish it
grippin’ the bl!ck while i’m turning it
it start to heat up, i bet that i burn em’ in
i’m rollin’ up dope like a burner man
droppin a deuce in the soda can
hard to cope with some sh-t, so i roll again
i wish ms. n was still here i know she would hold my hand
ain’t been to that country a day in my life, but i bet they know the camp
we grindin’ throughout the day and the night, just point me to a rent
{chrous}
how i’ma know if you really for me?
count up some money when it get boring
baby girl, i told you don’t come over till the mornin’
you won’t even be calling my phone when you get h-rny
man these glocks and plenty micro dracos, why we be totin’
i ain’t save her number, she ain’t my hoe, you ain’t important
kicked her out the hotel, man that lil’ b-tch was getting annoying
don’t be surprised when you see chav’ in the trap, do not record me
[verse 2]
she likin’ on all of my pictures
police on my back, say that i fit the description
my lawyer gon’ get the specifics
i’m rolling up dope, never touchin’ syringes
her p-ssy is smelling like citrus
cook for me baby and go do the dishes
she say that i’m tastin’ delicious
i gave her a couple hundred for commission
she stand like a stallion, it’s sickening
i’m high off the ground, i’m suspended
if you pay for the pound, i’ma send it
i told her stay down for the count, don’t take it offensive
i told her come grab it, if i bring it to you, it’s gon’ make it expensive
lil’ b-tch holding me down, she never ever gon’ break the commitment
{chrous}
how i’ma know if you really for me?
count up some money when it get boring
baby girl, i told you don’t come over till the mornin’
you won’t even be calling my phone when you get h-rny
man these glocks and plenty micro dracos, why we be totin’
i ain’t save her number, she ain’t my hoe, you ain’t important
kicked her out the hotel, man that lil’ b-tch was getting annoying
don’t be surprised when you see chav’ in the trap, do not record me
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